This morning, after spending a few hours doing an overhaul in Christian’s room (changing sheets, dusting, throwing out stuff he’ll never remember but would swear he needs on a daily basis if asked, etc.) I told Max to come and take a look.
“Oh my gosh!” he exclaimed, “You did that so fast!” (He’s very exuberant and complimentary; that’s why I invited him in.)
“Thanks,” I said. “Take a look in the closet.”
He opened the closet.
“Oh my gosh! It’s like a miracle!”
Really? A miracle?
“Thanks,” I said.
“Mom, can you make a miracle in my room?”
Well, I guess. When you put it that way.
can you make a miracle in my apartment? Because I could really, really use one. Only half of Christmas has been taken off the walls (lights are still up although half are unplugged), decorations are half on a table, half in the cool new ornament storage box I bought and paperwork and strange odds and ends are threatening to take over the apartment. Also, the bathroom has not been cleaned in over a month. A miracle is definately needed. Especially since I’m closing my eyes to the whole thing and leaving town again this weekend. I get stressed out just thinking about my apartment but thank you for allowing me to vent.
Oh, how cute!
By the way, can you make a miracle in my room??
Can I sign up for a miracle, too? You could start a whole business based on that!
So cute. Well done. With the room and the little boy.
my closet needs a miracle. and my basement.
That’s awesome!
Can’t wait to see “Miracle Max”, “Swishin Christian” and of course… Lucid Lucy!!! Nine Days!!!
I would like to sign up for your new Miracle business! I will also be very enthusiastic and complimentary!
yeah put me on the miracle list.
A miracle worker indeed.
Your posts always make me smile, and by the way, I’m REALLY glad you didn’t get murdered by a piano playing serial killer OR a mouse!