The sound of ruffling papers...

Jim and I were in the kitchen making our tacos when we heard what we thought was Mark opening the newspaper. It got louder and louder and I went in the living room to find some wrapping paper laid out on the floor with Mark on top of it pounding his fists into it. I think he liked the sound. Crunch Crunch Crunch. Well the paper is no good now, may as well let him have his fun :P Silly me for leaving it on the table!