More Flying Papers

The other day I came downstairs to Brigham, throwing some squares of paper up into the air and exclaiming, "More flying papers!" They were just 8.5x11" sheets that I had cut into quarters and stacked on a counter, but to him, they were a great toy. He would pick them up, throw them over his head, and say, "More flying papers!" over and over. I can't remember the last time I was so excited about something as he was about those papers. What a sweet little guy.