You never quite know what you will find while cleaning your house.

This morning, I unlocked the chains and cracked the whips on my children to help clean the house.  (This, of course, is an exaggeration but one that has to be stated, as my children believe I gave birth to them in order to have some help around the house.)  Between the whipping sessions, I came across Avery's school journal.  My eyes landed on his last entry:

I woke up in the morning feeling weird, like somebody else.  I looked at my mirror.  I saw Ms. Rich.  My cat came in the room and when he looked at me he said, "MEEOW!".  I scared him half way to China.  I didn't know what to do.

To see if I could drive, I had to sneak into my Mom's room and, of course, she forgot to shave her legs.  Those gorilla monster legs were hairier than you could see them.  They poked through her pants, but I didn't care.  

So, I got the keys and drove to Pensacola.  I made some fresh pickles for me.  But when I got in the classroom nobody was there, so I went shopping.  I went shopping with Mr. Noon.  When I got home, I didn't look like Ms. Rich anymore.

Hilarious.  (Ms. Rich was his 3rd grade teacher at NWB Academie)