Refrigerator art exchange program

Just put a second batch in the outgoing-mail cubbyhole.

While I was at my desk slipping the kids’ art into envelopes, an email arrived from Sande Paulson.

“Steve and I were with our granddaughter, Caty, as usual on Monday. All three of us were down in the basement. She and I were doing art at my craft table. Steve told Caty about your plea for children’s art. We suggested she might be interested in sharing some of hers.

“She thought about it, then said, ‘Oh, no. I love my art. I make it for you, Nana, and Gampa, and Mama and Daddy, and Poppa and Lili.”

OK. Well, perhaps another time then.