Almost Nine

Searching Amanda's room for a pair of scissors she swiped from my desk, I came across the following.

Of the candy chart, she offered, "I was thinking that if I wrote down all the candy we got, I could come up with a pretty cool math problem about it."  Bless Her Third Grade Heart.

Of the Birthday List, I know why she wants the remote control helicopter: to disassemble it with her Harry Potter Fan Club (that's another post in itself) and try to turn it into a Golden Snitch.

Oh, dear almost nine year old, may your room always be filled with such innocence.  Birthday lists and candy charts and stolen scissors forever!