Cleaning my room – the room hit hardest by the vacation unpacking. Think about a cotton hurricane hitting a tsunami of tchotchkes and add a tornado of toiletries… It’s overwhelming and slow moving. My little guy decides to help and finds a penny under my bed. With bright eyes and an innocent smile he says “Mom! A penny under your bed, maybe you’ll get lucky!” To which my sweet girl replies, “No way, mom doesn’t have that kind of luck”.
ha ha!!! At least the reference of “bed” and “get lucky” flew right over their precious heads. 8)