This is how my family communicates: via white board.
I came down the stairs to see the first note:
Family Memo
There is at least one large spider residing in this house. I failed to kill her and she got away.
Since I didn’t know when I’d see the kids, I wrote my questions of “where?”
When I finally saw Daughter to ask “where,” I expressed curiosity about why she made the spider a she. She replied that at least she picked gender.
The next morning when I came downstairs, Son added to the story. Pretty funny.
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