Today as I was doing dishes (while singing in my head I don't wanna be a crappy housewife) James screamed out from my bedroom, "mommy! a pee pee's coming". Usually all I need to say is then go to the bathroom. However he told me to come and see him. So I walked into the bedroom to find my laundry hamper completely on the other side of the room. I looked in to find James inside and having a good time. He loves that laundry hamper for whatever reason. If you are looking at this picture and studying the background and thinking to yourself, wow is that a mountain of laundry on that dresser or is that Marjory the trash heap from Fraggle rock. (I don't want to deceive, no, I didn't get to watch this many times as a kid but I did watch one episode last month on netflix) Rest assured that is our laundry and Marjory is safe wherever they store the muppets.