Disclaimer: I don't own 7th Heaven.
Too Much Hair, Too Little Sense
"Here, Mommy," Thomas handed his mother a speck of dirt he'd found.
"Oh," Sarah smiled, "thanks, Sweetie."
She turned to Matt, who was also cleaning the second of the two staircases in the Camden house. "Look at this; the Colonel's even got our baby working."
"I'm surprised Kylie's not down there scrubbing the floors with Simon," Matt shook his head.
On cue, Kylie started screaming. She was upset over the lack of attention she was receiving.
"Should we get her?" Sarah asked, looking towards Justin's room.
"Out of my way!" Cecilia cried, pushing Matt and Sarah out of her way as she ran to her baby's side.
"No, I think she's got it," Matt answered Sarah.
"What's all this talking about?"
Matt turned around and found himself face to face with an angry colonel. "Nothing, Sir. Just discussing how grateful we are that you're allowing us to help with the uh housework and uh… stuff, Sir."
"Well, Son, you're certainly welcome. And I'm glad you've decided to keep your hair shorter. You don't look like a hippie anymore," the Colonel clapped Matt on the back, while Sarah snickered in the background. "Keep up the good work," the Colonel commented.
"With my hair or the cleaning?"
The Colonel laughed, "Oh, how I love that sense of humor. I meant your hair, of course. There's dirt all over those stairs; and did you even start on the attic? Or the halls? Get at it."
The Colonel walked away, chuckling to himself. Matt turned to Sarah, "Oh, ha ha."
"It's OK, Honey. I love your hair, no matter what it's length is." She gave Matt a quick kiss, running a hand through his short locks.
"Thanks."
Up in her parent's bedroom, Mary was having some problems. "Honey, why do you think this isn't cleaning the window?" she held up a bottle of cleaner.
Carlos tried not to laugh, "Because, that's furniture polish, not glass cleaner. Oh, yeah, and the window's open. That's the screen you're trying to clean."
"It is?" Mary looked at the window. "How 'bout that?"
Carlos shook his head. "So, where are the kids?"
"Oh, I sent them with Dad. He wanted an excuse for not cleaning."
"I don't think the Colonel's going to see that as an excuse," Carlos predicted.
"Probably not, but now we can clean faster," Mary replied.
"Assuming you close the window?" Carlos joked.
"Shut up!" Mary retorted, throwing her dust rag at Carlos, but he smiled, catching it.
"There's too much playing going on in here and not enough cleaning," the Colonel bellowed from the doorway.
"Sorry, Sir. We'll get right back on it," Carlos apologized.
"Good boy," the Colonel retreated.
"Good boy?" Carlos repeated.
"Well… I've always thought you resembled a dog," Mary quipped.
Carlos threw the dust rag at her. Having not used her basketball skills in years, Mary could not quite catch it. The rag hit her square in the face, causing Carlos to have to apologize again.