Molly; "Our house is PERFECT mom, I wanna keep it!" Porter; when I said his name as he dropped his jacket on the entry floor "oops, sorry mom, I remember now that this isn't our house any more, not really..." Lucy; "canI eat at the car again mom?" Seems our automobile (or the local subway restaurant) is our most usual feeding spot at the moment (keeps the kitchen counters clean, ya know?)
The oldest three? They've been through this enough to pretty much know the drill. Mom is cranky if she sees dust, crumbs or-especially-stuff lying around. To keep mom happy we keep the stuff out of the way...Real Estate Experts I tell ya. Happy Wednesday!