Just a normal morning.

Taking laundry out of the washing machine, I found a yellow plastic screwdriver hiding inside a pillowcase.  I shook the water out of the screwdriver, checked the washer for further tools, and made a mental note to check pillowcases before washing.

I headed upstairs and found Donovan waiting for me, wearing an upside-down Easter basket on his head.

“I’m afraid of octopuses” he declared.

After assuring him that octopuses were not an immediate threat, I took him to the potty, where I had to explain for the millionth time why it is physically impossible for me to go to the bathroom for him.

And then I realized how strange it is that I find all of this normal.