Saturday, June 16, 2007
I love when Esther cleans our house because then it's... so clean.
But there's someone who secretly does not like Esther, I found out. Wednesday night, after Esther had been here, I went to check on Sarah to see if she had fallen asleep. She hadn't. She was sitting on her desk, rearranging her shelves. When I expressed my surprise and asked her what she was doing, she said,
"Mom! I just hate when Esther comes. She moves around all my things on my shelves! Why can't she dust around my things! See, my nutcracker should be BEHIND the nesting dolls because he's taller. And she has all my other things just CLUMPED together. CLUMPED!! Can't she see how bad that looks?"
I left without saying anything. Because it's depressing when you realize that you've given birth to your own mother.
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AND THE BEAT GOES ON!!!!!!
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