Oh if the walls in our home could talk.
They would say that they are going a bit deaf. Some days are pretty loud around here.
Conversation from the other day:
Emma: "Ty, you need to stop yelling and acting so mad"
Ty: "aghhhhhhhhhhhh"
Emma: "Stop acting like Samuel"
to me:
Emma: "who is that really mad guy up in heaven? Samuel?"
me: "Do you mean Satan?"
Emma: "oh yeah, Ty, stop acting mad like Satan."
Ty: "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
Yup, somedays are that bad.
