There are reasons that people procreate. It's fun getting there, once there you get a cutey little patootie that looks like you. Plus when they get bigger, they can do chores. That rocks.
There is nothing like a big ole dirty house with lots of people tromping through it to make a nasty mess. However daunting the task, I never fear to pull out the secret weapon....my kids.
Duchess has a look of horror as she views the extent of the work that is to be done. See Mimi and Pepaw need their truck unloaded, as all their things have finally arrived, this past Saturday! So now the downstairs apartment is lovely and full of their things. The hard part was getting it down there. Since their place is a walk out we figured we may as well carry it down the hill beside the house and walk it all in through the back door. Simple, right?
So what do you do when all the adults are exhausted from moving the furniture and yet many more boxes are staring at you from the arse end of a moving van? Oh children.......
Behold.....I present to you....the reason we procreate....
One red wagon, one strapping young girl straight from tumbling class, lots of energy, and a million boxes. Yep, we drank iced tea on the porch and watched as the show went on without us.
After they were done, we gave them bread and water and a pat on the head....good children.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Child Labor Laws-- Pish!
