Guns, Money & Eyeballs

Guns, Money and Eyeballs...no I am not watching "The Sopranos" and no I do not have mob connections.  I am talking about the arsenal I have in my washing machine.   

When ever I do Hayden's laundry, I am always sure I will find something interesting.  What a blessing!  I am in no hurry to move into the next phase of pocket stuff in the wash because the stuff I find now means he still likes juice pouches, transformer underwear (don't tell him I told you) and hot wheels.  It means he still has that little, sweet voice that hasn't changed yet.  That little voice that yells, "Have a super duper day mom, I love you!" as he is walking out the door to go to school.

Now I admit it was not pleasant finding the remnants of a mini chocolate candy bar all over my whites(pig wrestling comes to mind), but those sweet words that I hear every morning are enough to forgive and forget.

  Even though he told me tonight that my singing in the kitchen was disturbing his meal. (Everybody is critic these days)