A revelation

As we were running around the Laid-Off Lair this morning, preparing for the arrival of our housecleaner (by shoveling all the kidaphernalia into the toybox) and our sitter (by chasing after a toddler whose primary objective is to shun all clothing below the waist), it occurred to me that we pay more per hour to have our toilet scoured than to have our child tended to.

Market forces are nutty.