The Darndest Things: Alas, I Am Undone

My smallest child, affectionately dubbed O. the Undoer, has been suffering with a cold this past week {and he was kind enough to share it, too}. This cold, with its attendant runny nose, has served him well in his aim to undo all of the chores the rest of us have done.

Undoing has reached a whole new level.

Here is his new tactic: when Mom is folding laundry, wait until she turns to look at someone else. Then, quickly, jump upon the couch and use one or two {preferably two} clean items to wipe your own nose.