Fingers

If I had nothing to do but wash the the lowest quarter of the walls, I would never run out of work.
Look closely and you will see eight little finger prints on the door frame. They are everywhere. Usually I just laugh. Then I look around me and see them on every wall in every room.

Sam is officially master of the stairs. He looks down, hears voices, and is pulled by the call. He crawls his little body through a 180 degree turn and shimmies down. Maybe I'll call him and half way down he will start to come back up. But he usually remembers there is something more fun down there, or he just teases me and goes down anyway.

Sometimes, you just have a bad day.