Kids.
It's time to be honest and say it...the real reason we have them.
It's so they can clean house, right?
RIGHT?
I'm not alone here, I hope.
My parents told me every Saturday that's why they had us.
Well, maybe not out loud.
But it was in their eyes--if I could have seen them behind their sunglasses and the reclined chair, their fingers ordering me to keep picking up sticks, clean the dog cage, mend the clothes, scrub the floor, chop the wood, and then feed them some more grapes.
My siblings don't recall that memory. But I'm standing by it. It really was like that.
