I’m furious at Justin and Alex right now. They were extremely naughty tonight. I won’t even get into it. Now Alex is goofing around in his bedroom, playing by his door because he’s says he’s too “scared” to be in his room. I don’t even feel like dealing with it so I’m just letting him be. He can sleep there all night for all I care.
But at the same time I can’t help but smile when I listen to him make up conversations between his toys about wishing wells. Little bugger.
© Jennifer Alys Windholz, 2011