One of the reasons I do this bloggy thing is to remind myself that the kids are fun.
As, for instance, this weekend. Madge was lounging in our bed with Julie, reading and eating Ritz.
Now, I'm not averse to messes, but I'm a bit of a crumbophobe and both girls know it.
So I came in, saw what they were doing, got bug-eyed - in a silly way, I hope - and ran for the dustbuster to take care of matters. When I came back with my weapon in hand, Madge looked at me, giggled, and crushed a cracker over my pillow.
I love that kid.