Home Of The Year

We were gathered 'round the television, where"OK, so it's dusty," I admitted. "If we dusted
Little Lady was watching an episode of Stuartmore frequently, we would spend less time
Little. The kids had entered their house for atogether and it would be less of a home."
Home Of The Year contest sponsored by some"The Home Of The Year contest Committee
fancy magazine.really does not care whether we spend time
I turned to my wife with yet another one of mytogether," my wife said. She headed toward the
way-too-brilliant ideas. "Why don't we enter thekitchen in search of iced tea, nearly tripping over
Home Of The Year contest?" I asked.a bag of clothes along the way. "They just want
My wife looked around in horror. "What? With thisto see a spotless house with all the classiest
place?"decorations."
Little Lady, just over two years old, was lookingWho needs paper, anyway. Little Lady found a
for the green crayon. "Sure," I replied, obviouslyblank spot on the wall, and started applying her
missing something. "Why not? It's a great home."green crayon.
"This place is a mess," my wife said in frustration,"Well, that might make a good House Of The
as she started slipping the videos back into theirYear, but a home is a place to live in. It needs to
sleeves. "What magazine would call this home ofexude love and comfort, not cleanliness," I said.
the year? Dump Monthly? Trash Can News? Oh, IApparently, I was still clueless. "Homes of the
know - Bad Housekeeping?"year never exude love, and certainly not
Little Lady emptied the crayon box on the floor.comfort," she explained, picking up a copy of
"Oh come on," I answered. "This is a wonderfulGood Housekeeping from the floor. "They are
home full of love and joy. See all the drawingsshowcases of a woman's ability to keep a house
taped to the wall?"in immaculate condition with absolute precision ...
"In the Home Of The Year, there are no crayondespite the presence of a male creature around."
drawings taped to the wall," my wife explainedOuch. Little Lady gleefully switched to the red
with just a hint of patience. "There might be ancrayon. "Well I don't know anything about keeping
original Rembrandt or Van Gogh, or perhaps ana house tidy, but if that's what the magazines
exceptional imitation. It would be placed in anwant, why don't they call it The Janitorial
elegant frame."Olympics?" I asked.
Little Lady found the green crayon. Now she"I don't know. Maybe it's too hard for them to
needed a sheet of paper on which to draw.spell," my wife replied, smiling. "But they don't, so
"I don't know," I hesitated. "Rembrandt and Vanjust get used to reality. We simply do not have
Gogh don't sound very homey. I suspect youeven the slightest, tiniest, most minuscule hope of
might find them in the Museum Of The Yearever winning the Home Of The Year contest."
contest."By then, Little Lady had drawn three stick figures
"Just look at this dust!" my wife cried. She blewon the wall. "My home," she shouted, running to
on the top of the television set, which temporarilygive Mommy a big hug.
vanished into the haze.I didn't need a magazine to tell me we already
Little Lady emptied her bookshelf with one felllived in the home of the year. And if the dust
swoop, but still could not find paper on which todoesn't kill us off first, we will live there every
draw.year.