He's Charmingly Naive

I love FH, I really do, but he's charmingly naive. He left a stack of papers on the floor in the study, where the kids promptly knocked it over and scattered them all over. Last night he picked them all up and carefully put them back in the correct order... only this time he left them about a foot off the floor. Note: five feet to the right, there's an empty shelf high enough that the kids can't reach.

Hope springs eternal, doesn't it?