July 24, 2006

  • “THAT’S NOT TRASH– IT’S TREASURE, DYLAN!”

    Dyl: This room is a time capsule ::shakeshishead::

    Dylan and Emma traded jobs this morning. Emma tried her hand at a little (very little, though well-done) weeding and Dylan cleaned the girls’ room. BabyJane, who incidentally wears the pants in this family, usually holds staunchly to the belief that uninterupted, hysterical screaming can get one out of any unpleasantness they encounter… but today, she HELPED. I had to sit down for that one.

    There’s a small patch in the shade of the backyard that is impeccably weeded and the pepto room of doom is nearly clean! We’re going to go see Monster House later to celebrate! Dylan’s treat is that he won’t be forced to go with us. This was the reward he chose for himself.

    Right now Dyl is trying to talk Emma into letting him clean her loft. I think I just had a small stroke.

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