The other day as I looked around my home
I was reminded of a joke that my youngest son would tell when he was a preschooler.
He would ask, "Mom, what's under there?"
to which I would reply, "Under where?"
and then he would begin to snicker as only a little boy can
who thinks he tricked his mother into saying a naughty word.
Well it seems that I have
an "under where" obsession.
Nearly every item in my home that has space under it 
I have managed to fill.
Yes, I do seem to enjoy "what's under there."
I was reminded of a joke that my youngest son would tell when he was a preschooler.
He would ask, "Mom, what's under there?"to which I would reply, "Under where?"
and then he would begin to snicker as only a little boy can
who thinks he tricked his mother into saying a naughty word.
Well it seems that I havean "under where" obsession.
Nearly every item in my home that has space under it 
I have managed to fill.
Yes, I do seem to enjoy "what's under there."
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