You Know It's Time to Clean Out the Van When......

....you come into the house from a long day out and notice something dangling from the bottom of your skirt hem. What's this? A plastic fork! Oh, how did that get there? And how long has it been hitching a ride? Was it there when we went into the second hand store? the supermarket? the park? violin lessons? This leads me to another thought.....



How many of you tell someone when they're transporting uninvited objects attached to their being? Do you let them suffer the embarrassment of carrying around toilet paper on their shoe, a booger hanging out of their nose, eyelash on the face, baby spit-up on the shoulder, cling free sheet climbing out of the pant leg, lint in the hair, etc....the list is endless.