While Henry was cleaning on Saturday, I did what I do best: get in the way, shove my phone in Marcy’s face (she totally turned her back on me!!!), and document Chooch and me being total sweethearts who are too fragile to pick up a broom, so sorry, Henri the Manservant*.

I’ll be back later with a riveting account of Chooch’s first game night. (Spoiler alert: Chooch cries, haha.)

*My friend Christy dubbed him this many, many moons ago and we just don’t use it often enough.