So today, while I was doing laundry, my kids came in my room where I'd been working on my computer, and started reading on the book I was working on cleaning up. 

My daughter and son decided to help write the end of the chapter I was working on. I felt the need to share it with the world. 

 

She smiled.  He was hot. Really hot. As hot as hot could be. Hotter than hot.  Even though he looked like Christmas personified, he was still hot. Hotter than Santa clause in a 60 degree room.

Uh-oh spaghett...