We have a writer among us
Every night before his mother could go to bed, she scrubbed his everything (but the paintings) until everything (but the paintings) returned to their original form. The boy, at the time, didn't feel guilty about putting his mother to work, because cleaning was part of what made his mother his mother.
If you are a Mother you know that this is precisely how children think no matter how many times we yell "Why do you leave this place such a mess!" The whole story is quite remarkable. I kept expecting that it would turn out to be a shaggy dog story but no - it is not. It is simply a story that tells a truth with which we are all too familiar. Nice work Jeremy and welcome!

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DATE: January 20, 2006 12:47 PM
Thanks for being my e-landlord for the week, and thanks for this awesome plug. It's plugtastic. I'm so happy you enjoyed Parsnip the Artist. :)
Posted by: Jeremy | January 27, 2007 6:44 PM
DATE: January 20, 2006 8:43 PM
Very cool. Does the renter pay rent? I have to look into this.
Posted by: jeanne | January 27, 2007 6:44 PM