The Kids Are Alright

My Darling Wife took the Zoo grocery shopping the other day. As the groceries were being unloaded both babies started requiring attention. The groceries sat on the kitchen floor, until our older two children (combined age: still couldn't drive alone, legally) decided to take it on themselves to put the groceries away. Pretty much everything actually ended up where it was supposed to go, even, but they are children and perfection is a bit much to expect . . .



The loaves of bread get stacked on the back edge of the counter, after all, right? In case you missed it, that would be an open half-loaf under the two new loaves. I call this a qualified parenting win.