I got to sleep late this morning, really late. At 9am Emma climbed in the bed with me and was chattering away being her sweet little self. I laid in the bed for a few minutes listening to her jabber with my eyes closed. When I opened my eyes I almost had a heart attack, Emma looked like something from Lord of the Flies. I jumped out of the bed, sure my mother was either asleep or tied to a chair and knocked unconscious with Aubrey’s new pink baseball bat she got for her birthday. (Thanks Nana!)
Instead I found my mother and Aubrey had matching paint jobs.
“Mom, is that paint washable?” I asked my mom.
“I certainly HOPE so…”
Yeah, me too.