It's pretty obvious as soon as you enter my house. In fact, you might not be able to get the door open because of all the toys in the way.
|None of these are my toys. They all belong to the kids.|
We really do have a lot of toys in our living room. Why so many? Well, kids play with toys, and when they are playing with toys they are less likely to be getting into trouble or hitting me in the crotch. (I don't like getting hit in the crotch.)
With some people, you walk into their house and wonder if anyone even lives there. Has anyone ever walked on that carpet? Has anyone ever sat in those chairs? Is this a museum or a house? Meanwhile, when you walk into our house it literally looks as if the alphabet has vomited all over the inside of our front door.
|Perhaps it was a dictionary explosion.|
|It's either the toilet paper roll or a mummy from an episode of Scooby-Doo.|
I'm sure there are ways to have kids living in a house without it being apparent that kids live there. I've seen some people who do it. I have no idea how they do it, though. Do they follow kids around with a vacuum all day? Do they hire a professional maid service? Is it cleaned by a singing Disney princess and her troupe of woodland creatures?
I don't know how they do it. But I do know one thing: if you come to my house, you'll know that kids live here.