Smedley brought this to me here at my computer this evening. She had written on both sides of the paper. Side one:
In case you can't make it out, side two reads, "Dear Mom, this is for you because in every heaven, there is a hell. Like getting dogs. Dogs are heaven, cleaning is hell. From, Smedley"
Wanna know what precipitated this? I told them if they didn't get their rooms in order and keep them from going to hell in two hours, like usual, that there is no way I'm gonna invite the dog people here this weekend to interview us to make sure we're a fit home to adopt their doggies. Yeah. Cleaning is hell, gimme a break! Parenting is hell.
And heaven. Aaaaaaaand . . . hell again.