My two children. God Bless them.
Last night at supper we went to a Mexican restaurant to eat. Reese had to go to the potty so my dad took him. As he was coming back to the table, he was talking rather loudly and I told him to stop screaming. He said, (LOUDLY) “I was screaming like a little girl!” Where does he get that?
Yesterday afternoon in the car, Brooks was telling me how bad Reese had been that day. (I already knew most of what he had done.) Brooks said, “Reese, you have been bad for three days…….You are probably going to hell.”
They make me tired.