So, we had a major trashing of the living room this morning, followed by several hours making Gracie pick it up, and lots of tears.

At one point, after about the hundredth request for “help”,  I heard myself say, “I’m sorry honey, but daddy doesn’t clean up all your messes for you. Sometimes you have to clean them up yourself.”

Spent the last hour wondering if I just answered the question of “unanswered” prayers…

-Gracie’s Daddy