This afternoon was spent at the orthodontist and then running errands for soap making supplies. The farmer is making soap this evening. Goat milk and beer soap. The fats are melted, the beer is flat and the supper dishes are cleared. Time for some serious suds, soap of course. Oh wait, the FH needs a tool and goodness knows the youngest son cannot allow him to go alone. YS, “Mom, can you babysit for me?” Farmer, “Can’t you take Finnigan?” “No, he is sleeping.” “But I was making soap….” “I’ll vacuum for you.” Farmer, “You’ll vacuum? Of course, I can babysit.” It is a relief for the farmer to know that she can make soap and if the baby falls out of its basket onto the floor the YS will vacuum up the remains of the 10# bag of flour science project baby.