Sometimes I'll emerge from la-la land and suddenly start listening to my kids play. A little bit ago I was listening to my two older boys and the thing I kept hearing over and over was "I'm just a noodle."
Unfortunately, I didn't listen long enough to understand why they were saying that they were just a noodle.
But really, I'm drawing a blank.
I would go ask but I have been banished to my room while my five boys do something secretive downstairs for me. Hee hee.
And I just keep catching little snippets of conversations.
What on this good earth is there to be upset about when you know you are loved?
Nothing, I tell you. Nothing.
Time to Read
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