Helpers.

I’m thankful to be married to a handyman, because I can say something like, “the dishwasher broke today,” and know that it will be fixed in no time.

Well, it used to be “in no time.”  Now it takes a little longer.

The fight over the screwdriver got a little heated, so I put down the camera and said, “who want’s a bath?”   They dropped the screwdriver before I even finished the sentence and ran to the tub, yelling, “bath? bath? bath?”   …and Nate had the kitchen to himself.

So now I have squeaky clean boys and a fixed dishwasher.  Problem solved.

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