Note to Self

Don't forget what Henry said on Sunday (and if you don't write it down, you will forget--you're getting to be that age, you know).  You may have laughed both times but he was completely serious.

L:  Henry,  I have the brown glove--let's play baseball.
H:  You play.  I'll watch from the stands.

"Hey Mom, how come our car looks like it belongs to someone else?"       Hmmm, you mean after I just spent an hour filling trash bags, scrubbing and vacuuming the interior?