No Contest

Heard the doorbell in the middle of rearranging Sarah's room to accomodate her youngest brother. Timothy was crying for me, Nathan was in roomtime. Please, no chit-chat. There he stood. Some college student babbling on about his "Communications Contest", how he was going to take me to Cancun, his mom always said he was the cutest son, and something about singing a duet on the front porch. I put him out of his misery. "I don't need any magazine subscriptions, thank you. Have a great day and enjoy the sunshine!" As I shut the door, Sarah asked, "Where is he taking you Mom?"