So, the woman that cleans my house was here Wednesday, so we had straightened up really well. All the toys and little stuff were put away, even in the playroom; it was really very nice. You know, that clean house feel. After she left, Marshall comes to me and says "Ahh. Now the playroom feels comfortable again, Mom." I'm thinking 'Hey, this is great. He's finally starting to realize how good it feels to have the house nice.' Then I walked into the playroom. It was completely torn apart (as is the usual case). Marshall says "I got out some toys, so it feels better now." Great.
As my niece, Lakyn, used to say "Boys these days!"
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