The girls and I have been working on cleaning their room this afternoon. It’s trashed. There are still Christmas toys that have no home. I came out to take a little break and check my email. When I went back into their room they were both sitting on Alaina’s bed playing with Noah. They’ve got him all covered up with a blanket and laying on Alaina’s pillow. I told them both to get back to work cleaning. Alaina’s response?
“Mom, Noah isn’t happy right now and he needs some love. We’re making him laugh.”
My response? Fine. Cleaning can wait a little while. How could I say no to that?