Bathroom Issues

After lunch there was the usual bit of tidying up to be done by everyone. Toys, books, art supplies, junk mail to be put where it goes.

"Joel, these action figures don't go on the table. They go with your toys."

"Sarah, would you please load the dishes?"

"Stephen, can you take this basket of clothes upstairs?" I asked as he walked in the house from the mailbox. He dropped the mail on the table.

I flipped through it and said, "Oh, goody! Here's my new issue of Real Simple."


"That goes in the bathroom," Joel said, without missing a beat.