This is what happens to scraps of paper in our house.
The Old One starts a list of things to do or remember.
The Young One doodle's on it when she's texting (okay, while she's waiting for a reply).
I doodle on it when I'm on the phone.
We end up with a complete mish mash of ideas and I love it.
(and then The Old One complains that he can't read his list. I can. Can you?)