Liberty was washing out a diaper and asked Sterling to bring the lid to the diaper pail. (A drip catcher in the trip from the bathroom to the laundry room.) He came back empty handed. Liberty asked him where the lid was, and he had the best excuse I’ve heard of in a while.
“There’s another pail on top of the diaper pail and a laundry basket full of shoes on top of that.”
Someone, ahem, needs to finish the summer clothes sorting, I’m thinking. That sounds like an accident waiting to happen.
It must be backwards day in Charlie’s world. The shirt is backwards, the pants are backwards (complete with the hole now on the back of her knee) and her socks are mismatched. I won’t let her leave the house that way, I promise.
And… then there’s Pierce. He’s out to paint something – clothes or no.
Apparently I should get off of the computer and go (re)dress my children. I hope your day is great! (And coordinated. That would be a major plus.)