Opposites

Yesterday, My Sweetie cleaned the house--the mopping, the dusting, the wiping up. When he does this sort of thing, he rightly expects the house, in spite of it's slackers & slobs, to stay nice at least 8 hours (he's an adorable thing: he used to expect it to stay nice for a day or two. it's only taken 8 years of marriage & Howler to whittle him down to 8 hours.)

Anyway, I was at work, and met them at the pool around 4pm. By 5pm, we were home, and there were toys strung across the playroom, and potato chip crumbs in the living room. God bless the Howler! She's truly a committed professional when it comes to disregarding the ideals of the grown up people around her!

My Sweetie stomps out to the front porch, where I am sitting, reading a book and oblivious to the carnage being wreaked inside.

He tells me that she's washing things--I ask what she's washing. He tells me "fu-ifiknow." I laugh. My Sweetie is not amused, and is actually a little offended that I would laugh.

Turns out that there's a dead spider in the McDonald's playhouse, and I'm giggling because the Howler is also very skeeved by the spider--she won't even acknowledge that it's a DEAD spider.

And we're walking...and we're walking...

My Sweetie & I realize, once we're in the kitchen, that there's something missing from the counter. What is it? What is it? Oh, yeah, it's the roll of paper towels. Wait, no, there's the cardboard tube still there...

He calls the Howler out to the kitchen and asks her just why she would need 1/2 a roll of paper towels--a large wad of paper towels--to clean up the sloppin' mess she made on the countertop when she was washing her stuff.

"Oh, no, Daddy, it wasn't a laaaaarge wad, it was a small wad. HONEST!"

And, yet, he still got huffy with me because I laughed.