Tuesday, April 7, 2009

More whistling while we work...

Yesterday we stripped beds for washing, and you would have thought it was Christmas around here. Now, ask them to make their beds (or ask them to make mine... hey, I'm no dummy), and it's like pulling teeth. But there's something about the words "boys" and "destruction" that just go together, almost like peanut butter does with jelly. This is one job they are giddy about. And I don't even need 80's music to boost moral.

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