Aliens Stole My Brother

Today a very eerie and unsettling thing happened in our house.  After breakfast, I went into the bathroom to wash my hair.  I heard a strange sound coming from the kitchen:  the sound of dishes leaving the dishwasher and entering the cabinets.  How could that be?  I am not in the kitchen!

Take a good look, Mom.  You may not ever see this again. 

MY BROTHER DID THE DISHES.  He then proceeded to sweep the floors and wipe the counters and table.  I don't know what to think. 

He knew where the dishes went.  Really?

I was grateful, truly grateful.

I bet he knows how to clean toilets, too. 

There is always tomorrow.