So John and I were tag team wrestling our son in an attempt to give him medicine. When some dribbled on Brendan's face, John grabbed for a blanket (yes friends, a blanket!) to wipe it off just as I grabbed for an over-priced, disposable wet wipe.
The following conversation ensued . . .
L: (Looking at the BLANKET with wide eyes) I can tell you don't do the laundry!
J: (Looking at the over-priced, disposable wet wipe with wide eyes) I can tell you don't make the money!
Ha, ha! Touche!