baby nate: *grabs some papers that asher left beside him
asher: no, baby nate! you cannot have dees! dees are mom's papers! she need 'em!
baby nate: *stares confusedly at his brother
asher: here ya go, mom! i got your papers!
my papers had already been colored on, poked through with a pen, ripped off at the corners, and crumpled into balls by a certain stinker who had no concern at all for the well being of such papers until his baby brother tried to get in on the paper destroying action.
thanks for looking out for me, bud.