So today I've been cleaning like a madwoman - we're having company from Boise this weekend and I have to work all day tomorrow. I've been on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor (a huge task in my 350 sq. ft. space...), cleaning rugs, vacuuming (getting the hose out and everything...) and I'm worn out. My right hand is shaking from all the scrubbing.
Anyway, so I'm cleaning away, thankful that the S. and E. are occupied in some imaginary world - they've been playing this little game for over and hour and they get along so well... I'm casually listening to their "conversation" - mostly things like "Let's say you were a princess and I locked you up in a dungeon..." or "how 'bout you find a magic sword but only I know how to use it..." when they come walking past my scrubbing self and I hear E. ask S. "Is she the janitor?"
Great. In their make believe world of princesses and swords and rescues and happily ever after, I'm the janitor. No queen here...
Oh well. At least the house is clean.
Anyway, so I'm cleaning away, thankful that the S. and E. are occupied in some imaginary world - they've been playing this little game for over and hour and they get along so well... I'm casually listening to their "conversation" - mostly things like "Let's say you were a princess and I locked you up in a dungeon..." or "how 'bout you find a magic sword but only I know how to use it..." when they come walking past my scrubbing self and I hear E. ask S. "Is she the janitor?"
Great. In their make believe world of princesses and swords and rescues and happily ever after, I'm the janitor. No queen here...
Oh well. At least the house is clean.
You have the cutest kids, Cathy. At that point I think I would have shared with them that I was really a dragon, masquarading as a janitor, in order to find a prince and princess to cook for dinner.
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