If David wanted to, he could now crawl into his closet and take a nap, because Austin fell asleep and I got to fold some laundry. I hate folding laundry, but I hate even more to see it sit around and slowly degrade from a completely clean laundry pile to a laundry pile with a few worn socks thrown on top to a laundry pile that is half dirty to an all the way dirty laundry pile. So anyways, the laundry is finally done and it's no longer blocking the door to the closet. But we still need to remember to keep that closet door closed...we don't want to lose Austin in there.

And yes folks, I am talking about a real closet...I do not deal in euphamisims....mostly because spelling that word the right way is unlikely for me.