The Storm was outside by 7:30 this morning, which is no different from any other day. I think our swing set is where they hold their council meetings and plot ways to drive me crazy each day.
But today was different. Instead of coming in and jumping on the couches, as they continue their sword/light saber/fist fights, The Storm shocked me with the request for cleaning supplies.
Dazed and slightly confused I answered, "What in the world?... Well, sure you guys can clean!"
I keep expecting the Sheriff to knock on our front door and inform me that The Storm just held up our local convenience store... then burnt it down.
Until then, I guess I'll enjoy their sweet gesture.