Thursday morning milk

This morning Andrew came into my bathroom to tell me that there had been a little milk spill in the kitchen, but not to worry because he and Lauren had fixed it already and it wasn't that bad. It was a completely full gallon, so it was pretty heavy and it had fallen when they were getting it out of the refrigerator. Oh, and there was a hole in the milk gallon, so I should probably come take a look.

This is the "little" mess I found on my kitchen floor (along with Lauren trying to mop it up with a tiny kitchen towel).

What a catastrophe! I guess it was time to wash the floor!

Grandpa's Chickens

By Andrew

Once upon a time, there was a grandpa and he had chickens. He loved his chickens. Every morning he let the chickens out, every evening he fed the chickens before dinner, and he put the chickens to bed when the grandchildren had a bath. The grandma loved to help the kids with their bath.

Grandpa has lots of chickens and four roosters, but he has to get rid of the roosters. Why does he have to get rid of the roosters? I wonder. The roosters say, "cock-a-doodle-do."

The end.