He squealed in delight, "Huh--Aweessome! Mom--it's the hotel thing. We have the thing from the hotel at our house. Cool!"Yes dear, we too have "the thing." It is called an ironing board. And I'm sorry. Maybe you can ask your dad how it works.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
What LaQuinta and I have in common
S found me in the guest room (aka my laundry room when visitors are not here) this morning after breakfast. I was switching a load (that sounds crass somehow...? chalk it up to the boys locker room I call a house), when he stumbled across this scene:
He squealed in delight, "Huh--Aweessome! Mom--it's the hotel thing. We have the thing from the hotel at our house. Cool!"
Yes dear, we too have "the thing." It is called an ironing board. And I'm sorry. Maybe you can ask your dad how it works.
He squealed in delight, "Huh--Aweessome! Mom--it's the hotel thing. We have the thing from the hotel at our house. Cool!"Yes dear, we too have "the thing." It is called an ironing board. And I'm sorry. Maybe you can ask your dad how it works.
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6 comments:
I love it! You guys are classy enough to actually have something the hotels do- Congratulations!
Yes then maybe Jack could teach us. Joan bought one when she was visiting in Utah so she could iron her clothes. We never used it.
Positively hilarious!
I live in a locker room, too. *heavy sigh*
Don't feel bad, my life as a fifth grade teacher involves the hearing of many a few bathroom moments.
What was the occasion?!
Ha ha ha ha. What fun boys you have.
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