I went in to check on Ben's room cleanup job, and thought it was interesting that he had managed to keep one juggling ball in the air. Trust me when I say it was not likely to have been by accident. I also love that there was a Hotwheels car sticking out. He is eleven, and I wouldn't say that he plays with them anymore, but they still seem to echo through our home. Happy.
And...is it not ironic that juggling balls say Klutz? I know they would make ME feel like a klutz. But it's not like that's a GOOD thing.