Home work

Ahh, the joys of having the family around the house throughout the business day. One woman here in the neighborhood likened having her husband in the house job searching to having a "teenage girl." Her actual words. And I don't think she meant his figure was both comely and shapely.

But frankly, I'm not the problem. Right now Graham is downstairs screaming his head off because Mary refused to take him to pick up Natalie from camp if he wouldn't sit on the potty and try to poop. Which would really be a good idea, in fact. But no, he'd rather poop in his underwear.

After a few minutes of quiet, Mary and Natalie return home, and the demonstrative screaming begins again. Mary is duly impressed by his perseverance.