On Sunday I was engaged in the rare activity of folding clean clothes and putting them away (usually I prefer to live from the basket, but there was a LOT of laundry) when I came upon this horror:
There is a hole in my prettiest dishcloth! This realization elicited a gasp of horror on my part. Mr Liu hearing it came running thinking it was another ant invasion. (Ants have been godawful this summer. Stupid drought.) When he saw what caused my upset he kind of rolled his eyes.
BabyLiu, always needing to be in the thick of things came running right behind Mr Liu. When she asked what was wrong I showed her the hole. She gasped and said “It has a ho.le! You MADE that! Daddy! It has a hole!” I gave Mr Liu a look if triumph and he rolled his eyes back and walked off.
That kid gets me.