"Once again I am sitting here watching over the kids." Justin mumbled to himself while sitting on the couch watching Conner, his son of 7 months, playing with his soul mate Zoey, Justin's semi-niece of 6 months.

"Just sitting here doing absolutely nothing, like every other day." He then glanced over and discovered of all things . . . a dirty shirt!

"Why isn't that dirty shirt in the wash being cleaned?" He asked aloud as he swiftly grabbed the shirt in one hand, both the kids in the other, and made his way down the hall to the laundry room.

"How am I going to do this with both the kids in my arms?" He said as he looked from the kids to the dirty shirt. Looking around tactfully he found . . . a laundry basket.

But now came another problem, there were clothes in the basket. "It's just one thing after another." Justin said unhappily. "There is only one thing I can do!" He proclaimed as Conner looked at him with a blank stare.

"Why are you looking at me like that? This is the only way to keep you two animals confined, you're going in that laundry basket whether you like it or not." At that moment, with no regard to the cleanliness of the clothes inside, he nudged the basket upside down dumping all the clothes out onto the floor.

Afterwards he stood the basket up and placed both Zoey and Conner inside. "Now I can put the shirt in the laundry. Don't distract me you two, this takes all my concentration, it is a very delicate procedure."

After turning away from them to face the washer he began to explain his delicate procedure. "First I shall place this dirty shirt in the washer carefully." He said as he threw the shirt into the open washer blatantly.

"Next I must add the detergent. I need a precise amount." He stated confidently as he began pouring the detergent into the washer. He then turned away from what he was doing to look at the kids staring back at him curiously.

All of the sudden Zoey and Conner started giggling. "What is so funny?" He demanded as they only continued to laugh at his stupidity. Finally he looked back at what he was doing and found a huge mess. There was detergent splattered everywhere!

As he began to clean up with a heavy sigh he heard footsteps coming down the hall. "Hey Justin, while you're at it could you clean this shirt toooo?" Tyler said as he slipped on the detergent and fell to the floor. Justin looked behind him to see Tyler sprawled onto his back.

"How nice of you to join me, now why don't you stop lazing around and help me clean up this mess!" Justin shouted as Tyler glared at him from his spot on the floor. "I'm not lazing around; it's because of your big mess that I slipped. Clean it up yourself! Oh and here's the other shirt." He stated as he indignantly got on his feet and stuffed the shirt in Justin's hands. "Have fun with that."

"AWWWWW! You two are so cute sitting in there together, come along with me and we'll leave Uncle Justin to clean up his mess." Tyler then picked up the basket with the kids and walked out.

Justin furiously tossed Tyler's shirt into the washer "What am I the maid now?" He shouted loud enough for Tyler to hear. "Pretty much. You're a maid and nanny, but you're not very good at either that's why we never bother to pay you!" Tyler shouted back.

"Oh shut up! You never bother to help with any of this!" he snapped slamming the washer close and continuing with his dull task of cleaning up.