Going to hell, part II

My son had a fever last night. Not a high fever, but enough to where he didn’t go to school. I’m home with him now.

He loves The Swiffer.

He has finished the kitchen, the bathroom, the entry hall, and family room. He just asked for a new wipe since it was so dirty. I just asked him to clean the tile behind the couch.

Meanwhile? I’m surfing the net, sipping coffee, and don’t have a fever…