MyThreeDaughters

Prometheus had it good.
(Note: Read previous entry if that statement seemed to come out of nowhere.)
As you remember, three days ago Fontaine and I tidied up the family room. Put away every single item (that was not on a shelf…come on, get real).
So I am sitting, right now, in that living room. And what, you nine readers of MTD.com might be wondering, can I spy with my little eye from where I sit?
I spy a pillow from the couch in the middle of the rug. I spy a board book, a journal, a princess tiara, an Animal Baby book, a Winnie the Pooh pop-up song book, a pack of baby wipes, a pair of toddler pants, a purse, blanket, generic Etch-a-Sketch, a smaller generic Etch-a-Sketch, a zip-lock freezer bag full of widgets for some other toy, a memory game, a sandwich bag of crayons, a reservoir for a humidifier, one dress-up shoe, a single crayon, a piece of paper with a drawing on.
And a plastic stencil with the letters O through Z and some punctuation marks, including a semicolon. Ever seen a four-year-old write a sentence containing a semicolon?
I can see all that stuff without standing up.
Strewn about the floor of one room.
Prometheus could be strapped to a rock in this room; the vulture would never find him.