Why is it that the minute I get my scrap stuff out, my kids are all over me like cold on ice? They can be watching the coolest cartoon ever and the minute they hear my paper trimmer, it's like cats and a can opener - they are in the room BEGGING to use my scissors, stickers, etc. Then they start digging through the photos. Sighhhh, I miss naptime... It's such perfect scrapping time. I swear, I could have a clown twisting balloons into shapes, a Reptile Man with all sorts of cool snakes and a Circus raging in the family room and they would STILL come running at the sound of the paper trimmer. Is it JUST me????