A year in photos . . . .
I said, "Middle, can you please take that toilet paper upstairs & put it in the closet."
"Yes," she yelled back.
Long minutes past.
More long minutes past.
A cry. The cry of a hurt kid. Mimi. Crying because the toilet paper tower she was building toppled and, in efforts to catch the toppling tower, she fell over backward & whacked her head.
But, the photo part of it is this . . . . along with a very satisfied Middle, "Mom, I made a toilet paper tower on the scale and the scale is on the stool. And the whole thing weighs almost two pounds."
And I wonder why I never seem to get anything done . . .