You know how I said that when I go writing I leave the big kids at home and it’s like I have live-in maids? Well, the cleaning doesn’t happen in the most professional of ways. I know this because the children thoughtfully document their shenanigans with my camera.
Take, for instance, the day I told my older son to scrub all the screens in the house.
Not the most productive of screen-washing methods, you can see.
Full disclosure: After being twice-washed (so says the boy), the screens were still dirty and had to be redone later, but this time under the supervision of a scowling papa, no playing around allowed.