“My clothes are native to the rug in the center of the room, which my mother has lovingly deemed the hamper.”

“And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.”

“I have hair in places monkeys dont.While giving birth my mother almost dies from rug burn.”

“There Has Ceased to Be a Difference Between My Awake Clothes and My Asleep Clothes”

“...the face has limited space. My mother used to say, if you fill your face with laughing, there will be no more room for crying.”

“I followed him down the hall and into his room. He closed the door and tossed my dirty clothes into his hamper. “Don’t do that! I’ll take them home and wash them,” I tried to grab for them but Caeden grabbed my hands instead. “It’s fine,” he kissed the side of my mouth while I squirmed in his grasp.“Caeden, your mom doesn’t need to clean my dirty clothes.”“It’s not a problem. Besides,” he said huskily in my ear, “my mom doesn’t do my laundry. I do my own, just like a big boy.”I laughed. “And you know what else?” his lips brushed my ear. “What?”“I even make my own bed.”