Sunday, May 06, 2007

A few days ago I sent Hattie to her room to clean it.
After a few minutes a rush of wind passed me and swooshed
out the door. As it blew by I thought I caught a few
faint words. "I'll be back," it promised.

I admit I was distracted; I did nothing at the moment, but
some good while later (over an hour) I looked and the room
was still not clean. I found the daughter outside with
wood and tools. "What are you doing? Your room is not
clean."

"I know. I'm making something. I'll clean it."

Finally she finished the project and the room. And this
is her new addition to her decorating/keeping it all clean
scheme. Just what every girl needs. A hair-thingy holder.


1 comment:

bill said...

What a carpenter.