One morning, I spotted some of my A4 printer paper folded in half, with a diamond hole cut out in the middle of it, and asked, "Ok kids, who cut up paper and left the stray paper lying about? Clean up, please."
Joy and Isaac promptly complied, saying, "Sorry Papa, we were making cards!"
I replied with a harrumph.
Later in the evening, the wife found this card made by Joy, on her side table (Isaac had another design) and sent me a photo of it.
From left, it is the wife, me, Joy, Isaac, our helper Celia, and big sister Faith.
My seven-year-old even included a small detail with Faith's drawing: her tongue sticking out, which my autistic firstborn does a lot.
I have such sweet kids, even if they do make a mess once in a while.