The Banana Posts a Note (or Few)

I walked past the door to the girls’ messy, messy room and  saw these notes.  I love emergent writing.  LOVE it.  I love seeing inside their heads and I love it when writers are impassioned to write about what is important to them.  In this case:  sleep and a preservation of the mess at hand.    This last one totally cracks me up, because every morning I bounce into their rooms, turn the light on full blast and start singing to wake them up.