Thursday, June 18, 2009

Chicken Penance

As penance for sneaking away to play with a neighbor's chickens, my girls among other things have to mop the floor.

Their squealing giggles call me in to check on them. Instead of mop solution, they used dish soap. . . half a bottle of pink dish soap. They skate, they slide, they twist and fall. Their sorrow seems sincere, don't you think?


  1. Absolutely! I love the way you find delight in the daily miracles of mothering. I wish I could have read your blog years ago when I was raising my children!

  2. I've always thought that would be fun- (both the previous post and this)