File This Away
Fast forward a few days. After the little yoys go to sleep I usually spend about 30 minutes trying to undo the daily damage inflicted upon the downstairs area by the two babies. Little E had had a spectacular day of reflux, so I was collecting all of his dirty clothes to take upstairs. Where were his socks, bib, pants, and sweatshirt? I did a lap downstairs. No clothes.
Then a light bulb went off. Surely, Big E didn't swipe the dirty clothes, did he? I walked over to the office and pulled open the filing cabinet. There, shoved into my 2010 tax file, were Little E's dirty clothes.
I laughed. That's what I love about Big E. Even after he is fast asleep, he can still make me laugh.
Too bad I can't itemize the dirty clothes on my Schedule A. (A little accounting humor for my tax colleagues.)