Emery returned for another sleepover last weekend, and while the visit was relatively brief–she arrived after work on Friday and left Saturday morning–there was a hefty amount of bucolic bliss involved.
Unfortunately, the dark shadow of Child Labor cast a pall over this otherwise sunlit idyll. Specifically, Paul and I made the kids DO THE DISHES (insert horrifying music here.)
I’m pleased to support that both children survived their chore ordeal and will live to see another play date. And on the bright side, they can now write about their sufferings in THEIR blogs when they get a little older.