"Daddy please play with me". Who can deny those pleas. Of course TFOLT always plops down next to M&M never remember what exactly it means to her to "play". TFOLT finds himself in that territory he hates. He mutters under his breath, "just like her mother" as M&M demands that he sort the long sleeve shirts with other long sleeve shirts and not to mix up jeans in the pile. And he thought he was going to get out of housework today.
