In the wee hours of the morning my bedroom turned into Grand Central Station. I believe one of my children wet the bed. Or maybe it was two, I lost track in the chaos. All I know is that one wet bed equals at least two loads of laundry.
Mr. Wizard burst into the room at one point, turned on the overhead light, and proclaimed “it’s like trying to find a needle in a haystack!” I asked what he was looking for. Continue reading