"don't touch"

seems so tempting for a two year old... all this stuff piled up across the table. i was so worried about having it out today (i've been trying to work on it at night when he's sleeping). he was so interested as always and wants to see what i'm doing. i repeated, "please don't touch!" to him so many times. must've been enough times because anytime he came over to see what i'm doing he'd say, "don't touch." yes, please! i'm trying to actually make sense of my piles of scrap papers. this is my version of scrap booking. actual scraps in a book. i have piles of ticket stubs, tags, random notes, newspaper clippings, business cards, and other little things that others make fun of me for keeping. some of it is going in the trash, i'm proud of myself for that. ugh, i'm such a pack rat. i suppose these days it's called hoarding.