They are outside cleaning the porch. No, they’re not sweeping it or picking up toys or organizing gardening tools. They have filled a bucket with water and are scrubbing the wooden decking with old handtowels. I can’t get them to clean their room but this is what they come up with to do on a sunny Friday afternoon. One would think they need more interesting opportunities if this is what they consider fun. However, they were playing a Harry Potter video game and making a collage from magazine cutouts but quit doing those things to go enthusiastically scrub the porch like little orphan Annie. Good thing I don’t care what the neighbors think because I can imagine what they’re saying right now. I swear sometimes I think my kids just enjoy messing with my head.
On another note, I came across this quote today and thought it was pretty funny:
I am returning this otherwise good typing paper to you because someone has printed gibberish all over it and put your name at the top. – An English Professor