Sunday: instead of cleaning his room...

It's Sunday, which means Isaac is supposed to clean his room.

He didn't.  Or at least, barely did.

Instead, he did this.  (That's his bed sheet, by the way.)

It inched around on the floor, saying things like, "Mom, what's this big thing on the floor?"  I didn't respond, but it was so hard not to.  He was so cute and it would have been fun.  But he really was supposed to be cleaning his room.

We're going out for FroYo tomorrow afternoon.  If his bedroom isn't clean by then he, and one lucky adult, won't be going.  Stay tuned.