Even though my kids don’t currently contribute to the mortgage, they seem to believe that they possess more control over the house than they actually do.
Recent signs in my home have indicted that the first floor bathroom is now Tickle Monster Jail and a new sign on my daughter’s bedroom door (co-written by her sleepover buddy) apparently gives access to the room to our two cats only.
I’ll be informing her that she can’t have this level of control unless she’s planning to hand me some cash every month.
Though I have to admit that Clara’s writing – in all its backwards lettering, misspelling, and crayon smudges – is completely precious.
I can’t stand the thought of the day when it becomes more conventional.
