Tuesday, May 24, 2016


After dinner, while Brian and I sat together with cups of decaf, William and Barrett ran to the coat closet and randomly fetched the brooms. Usually a move like this is prompted by William. "Come on Barrett, let's go sweep the floor!" They poked the bristles around the floor for a minute or two before they started running around with the poles held high in the air. They were so cute and pleasant with each other. Thankfully, there is no "but" to the story (this time). Despite William wailing, at one point, "Barrett hit me in the head with the broom!" - the brooms made it back into the closet without a single smashed mirror or fallen picture.

1 comment:

  1. You can't make this stuff up! What could I possibly write about that could be as good as these simple stories?