When I'm helping I'm happy.

I'm in the kitchen making dinner. My husband comes in and tells the kids that they should come and help.

"I'll watch," Anna offers.

"I'll clap," Nick replies.

"I'll be a street performer," my husband decides as he starts posing in various positions. "And you can pay to get your picture taken with me."

My son claps and jumps on his back. And together they all go to the back porch.

And I'm still in the kitchen, wondering what just happened.

Next time I get to be the street performer.

Too bad I didn't think of it first...

After getting home from a trip I always expect to find things out of place. But this time I was actually surprised. There was a brick. In the sink. And this brick was in a plastic bag.

I had to ask...

I guess Brian was ambitious enough while I was gone to soak some of Nick's laundry. He soaked Nick's "white" shirts for four days. Apparently he needed the brick to keep the shirts from floating to the top.

I rolled my eyes and put the brick back in the garage.

Then last week I needed to soak something to get out a stain. The shirt kept floating to the top of the bucket.

So I went to the garage and got the brick.

And it worked!