Each Saturday morning, the papers are extra thick with the Ames paper and ad inserts. He is able to manage them if they are rolled and placed in plastic bags before he takes off for his route. So every Saturday, I sit on the kitchen floor with him and we roll and bag the papers together until our fingers are black from the ink.
He and I give each other a bad time, and I tease him because I can roll 10 papers to his one. (He stops rolling every time he opens his mouth to talk!) It seems like such a drudgery sometimes, but I realize that working on projects together, side by side, is how families make memories together. When he's all grown up, I'll probably actually miss these moments.
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