Thanks

I was working in my office yesterday when my husband brought Marshall in to play for a while. I was concentrating on my work and so I didn’t pay much attention to what either of them was doing. Occasionally Marshall would grab a candle or a picture or something else that he wasn’t supposed to have. Eventually this wore down his dad’s patience, so they left. As my husband carried the boy out of the room, he said, “Sorry about the mess.”

“Mess? What mess?” I thought to myself, but I was too busy with work to worry about it. When I finally got up and walked around the desk, this is what I saw.

Thanks, Hon.