Junk

We were cleaning out a closet today and Paige was "helping".  I had a little basket filled with random odds and ends.  Paige began pulling things out one by one, telling me she was going to "keep this special thing".  I firmly informed her that the stuff she had pulled out was junk and that she most certainly was not keeping it. She replied, just as firmly, "I love junk."  And really, what can you say to that?