So, last night I’m in one room, the kids in another. There might have been (nerf) football throwing going on. But it was getting close to bedtime, so I say:
Me: No more rowdy. It’s time to get ready for bed. Play a quiet game.
Kids: Okay!
Andrew (after a barely imperceptible pause): Kyra, throw this at me as hard as you can.
Yeah. Some days it’s like talking to the walls.
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Um, most days? 🙂
SOME days are like talking to walls?
Around here, it’s every day. 🙂
Wait til he truly hits “teen”. ;-0
Or even worse, til Kyra hits seventh grade. Be afraid. Be very afraid.