"We would have dishes up to the ceiling in the whole house, and we'd have to spend the rest of our lives outside. We'd have to get a tent and just live there. And that's fine for sleeping, but what if there's a thunder storm? You'd have to go back in the house to be safe. Who cares about a bunch of dirty dishes in a thunderstorm?!"
Who cares, indeed. Such a delightfully odd little boy. His ninth birthday is tomorrow, and I can hardly believe it. It seems only a short time ago that he was the baby in my belly. And look at us now.
Happy birthday, my little bug.