“Oh no!” Grace yelped as she jumped out of her car seat. “What?!” I responded. “I’m not wearing any underwear!” she said, and she giggled. I stopped and looked at her. “You’re right. You sure aren’t.” I remembered then that she’d asked me to help her find a pair of underwear before we left home, […]
Mess has a way of following us where ever we go. I think it’s because we have kids. This was our room at the Great Wolf Lodge just after Grace emerged from the bath. She was looking for her blue pants. They’re somewhere near the bottom of the pile.