Yesterday, I was busy ignoring Numbers 1-4 while working on some Cancer Card Xchange business in my closet-turned-office.
Number 3, "Mama, Mama, hey Mama.."
"Mama, don't you think I should have my own office too? I could do work."
"I'm gonna go make an office in my closet too."
Ten minutes later, "Mama, Mama, Maaaaaama! Come'mere and see my office."
"Now I can do work. I moved all that junk out (now a huge pile of "junk" in the middle of his bedroom floor) and moved my white table in. Here is my notebook. I added my nap mat in case I get tired. I'm gonna need some markers and some Sharpies. I won't draw on the wall again, I promise."
Another day, another story,