Last night there was a milk spillage in the kitchen. I called Dinosaur in to get the LEGO Store Holiday Catalog out of the way of the white tide, then proceeded to mop up the mess. Behind me I heard a drawer being opened and turning, saw my Dino pulling a dish towel out of said drawer. My heart swelled for a moment, as I stood thinking “He’s actually going to help me!” Such an action, spontaneous and voluntary, is I’m sorry to say, not exactly the first thing that I thought would occur to my little guy.
Then he walked past me and then proceeded to wipe off his LEGO catalog. I had to laugh.
I am an author and domestic engineer enjoying unbounded domesticity with the husband of my dreams, three fine brave rascally knight errants, seven lovely princesses-in-training, twelve chickens, an indoor cat, and an outdoor cat. And bees, coming soon.
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