Friday, May 1, 2009

Dirty Floors

I never got around to doing the floors this week, which in a tiny house that is full of boys is kinda disgusting.

But even though I kept asking for a wife, she just never showed up.  And I was too busy at the bookfair.

So sad.

So this afternoon, Maggie and Mollie brought me a present on the already dirty, dirty floors.

Matthew had stopped home for a bit and was, for the record, NO. HELP. AT. ALL.


Unless laughing is a way of helping, which it is NOT.  He so owes me...the next bird is alllll his.
Brian tried CPR.

Little boy=big heart.

And then we had a rather short, but sweet,  farewell for the little bird that was.  

The End.

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