Seems funny that this is post #50...a big event. And this is a little post. Sigh. Should've been prepared....story of my life.
Last night, during MAJOR clean up of the entire house (see post below on my utter failings), Bubba was tired of cleaning up. And he should've been...almost all of the mess was HIS. As it is every day.
But I digress....
So Bubba comes over to me, after my nine millionth "urging" or rally to clean. He looks into my eyes, gets his little old man stare going, leans on the arm of the chair, and proclaims,
"I think we need to go back to only getting out one thing at a time to play with."
I failed to see the hilarity of it at the time.
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