That's what matters, anyway.

Matthew brought me a "notebook" of drawings that he had made.  On the back of his drawings was my annual review.  

Yeah.

I looked at the papers and said "No!  No!  No!  Matthew!  Those were very important papers."

"I'm sorry, Mom."

I put the papers aside and complimented his work.  Those stick figures are some of the best I've ever seen.  

"Mom?  Can you look at the pictures, please?  I made a story."

So, I flip through the pages and listen to his sound effects that belong to the corresponding pages.  The first page is Boba Fett and Luke Skywalker fighting.

 * insert light saber sound here *

The second page is a little boy on his knees, begging.

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!"

The third page is a little boy laying on the ground, pounding his hands and feet.

"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

The next four pages repeat the story, with an extra "Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease!" thrown in for good measure.  

"Matthew, what is this story about?"

"I want to play Star Wars, can I?  Please?"  He hesitates for a second.  "I'm sorry I did that."  

Honestly, 20 years from now, I'm not going to care what was written on my annual review (though, I have to admit it is a damn good review).  20 years from now, I'm going to be laughing when Matthew tells me about how his children are destroying valuable documents with their impromptu art sessions.  Then I will pull out the Star Wars story that I've would have saved all those years and show him how payback is a bitch.