Even when I'm home alone, I manage to stay completely entertained. Today, I'm packing the girls' old clothes so I can give them to a friend. That's the real reason for the boxes on my 4-year-old's bed.
But in my head...I wish she was home so she could walk in her room and ask me what I'm doing. Then I could look her in the eyes and say sadly, "Little Bee. It's time you find a new home. I'm packing your things."
This will keep me smiling for hours...or at least until I discover something of mine under her bed, ruined.
It took 3 seconds to find something of mine...ruined.
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