Monday, April 23, 2007
Flat Reed: Cleanin' Up the Kitchen
Abbey wasn't home tonight, so Flat Reed and I cleaned up the kitchen. We also did laundry and cleaned the garage, but there aren't any pictures of that. Flat Reed helped me to unload the dishwasher. For those of you who know me well, you know that I HATE the kitchen, so it was a real stretch for me to do anything in there! Much less, clean it up.
"Wow, Daddy, we sure do have a lot of plates!!! Are we rich?" HA! Flat Reed didn't realize that our plethora of plates (well, really, it's not that many, there are only 12) didn't mean that we were rich. They aren't fine china or anything.
"Daddy, thanks for letting me put up the glasses. Mommy won't let me touch the breakables!"
"Clean up, clean up. I can help clean up!"
"Daddy what are all these big, ugly brown things? They sure are ugly and BIG!" I promise, if I didn't know our son wasn't biologically related to us, I would BELIEVE we were genetically linked! Flat Reed doesn't like the "stones" from Pampered Chef either. Maybe with two of us that can't stand them, Abbey will finally agree that they aren't that great!
Note to self: Always know where your kids are at, lest they jump up and swing on the pot rack!