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Letter to Santa (twice)

I ruined Caleb’s weekend morning. First I asked him to put away his laundry. (Accomplished, usually, by shoving the pile of clean, folded clothes on the chair into whatever drawer has room, a task that takes about forty seconds.) Then I asked him to pick up his soccer gear from the night before, which trailed across the apartment in the order they’d been discarded: cleats by the door, socks along …