Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Cleaning Lady

I leave my room after brushing my hair. "Don't come downstairs, Momma! I'm cleaning the house! You're going to be so proud of me!"

Here I sit, on my bed, filled with pride (and more than a little trepidation)...


She did really well...J got involved. Hooray for good big brothers!!

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