It's Labor Day and we are celebrating by baking cookies, canning apples and cleaning the house. Rachel's first sweep through her room unearthed about three loads of dirty laundry. Quinn continues to complain loudly, but clean little. Instead, he's found long-lost toys and game pieces to distract himself from the ultimate goal of a clean room. A few minutes ago he announced, "WHEN I GROW UP, I'M NOT DOING ANY CLEANING! I'M GOING TO HIRE A MAIDEN TO DO WHATEVER I SAY!!"
From his garage retreat, I heard Mr. Rellim mutter, "That's my boy!"
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