What is that? Do my eyes deceive me? Did my child really make his bed? Appears so. What a glorious site. What a wonderful surprise.

Opening the door to another child’s room, I stood in shock. Another bed made. Two for two. A good day. A day to remember, indeed.

Reaching for the doorknob of child three’s room, I paused and turned away. Why ruin a good thing. Stop while ahead.