My child loves to wear stickers. I blame the Wal-Mart greeter who gives her two, one for each hand, when we go there. Now she thinks that she must wear stickers on her. I guess if I catch her looking at a tattoo design gallery then I will begin to worry about her fascination with putting stickers on her body.

Right now a pack of stickers is a cheap way to pacify her when we are at the store. I know as the gets older, it will be harder to impress her. It’s kind of cool that even the littlest things just amaze her. Oh, if it would only last.

I’m not sure we ever grow out of a love for stickers. My husband still loves them and likes to buy those in the vending machines for 50 cents. Who knows, this might just be the beginning to her hobby of collecting stickers.