Sarah showed me a picture that she drew of me and said, "Mommy, that's you. You're shouting."
Uh oh. My kid thinks I'm a tyrant.
I reluctantly asked, "Why am I shouting?"
"Oh. You were asking me to help you with something."
Phew! Not a tyrant, just a slave driver.
A blogumentary of my family of ten. There's me, my husband, and our eight kids. No pets, just kids. Join us on our jolly joyful journey because alliteration makes me happy.
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