Overheard

It was a morning of running around to get a few chores done so we could skip outside and enjoy our summer-like spring. I asked the boys to throw down all the sheets and pillowcases so I could start the wash.

(Yes, instead of laundry chutes (which we have in our house) or laundry baskets (also have about ten of those), I prefer the old school method of gathering and throwing down the open two-story staircase. It works for me. And as an added bonus, it completely freaks the dog out, every single time.)

I hear the boys rustling and hustling upstairs to complete their task as I clean the kitchen. Then I hear Griffin say to Aidan, "This one must be mommy's pillow because it smells just like her."

Aidan is quiet for a second, but I can make out a loud sniffing sound and then he says, "It does smell just like Mommy."

Oh my loves. Too sweet.