A few days ago, (what am I saying? EVERYDAY) the yard was strewn with the accumulation of a summer day (flip-flops, sprinklers, bikes, chalk), and I was tired of asking people to clean it up...so I yelled at everyone to come pick it up. Then I walked back inside. Unbeknownst to me, my husband (always lobbying for favorite parent status), started rounding everyone up and began cleaning with them. He got his wish, because Emma commented, "Dad sometimes you are a lot more supporting than Mom." Too bad for me. Not winning best-supporting parent anytime soon.
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