The lawn fertilizer guys came around (again!) and suddenly I had weeds every where. There are six kids, so no problem. I picked the kids up one by one, counting each as I went until I got to five. Five? I kept the five kids I had found working while I looked for my missing child, who was nowhere to be found. As I dropped his big sister on the last weed in the yard, little Burone popped out of the laundry room closet.

And I thought MY kids were good at avoiding work.