“This is how people can have a second or third kid, even though one is enough to kill you. They’re occasionally cute enough to make you suicidal.” Tres Navarre, a character in Rick Riordan’s book South Town.
No Need For Alarm
Who needs an alarm clock when you have a bjillion kids. Okay, not really a bjillion…it just seems like it. Actually, I wouldn’t even consider trading my kids for sleep. I like hearing them yell, “He’s my daddy!”
However, I wouldn’t mind if they stayed off my head.
Hangin’ Out With Kinfolk
One Tough Cowboy
We’ve got ourselves one tough cowboy… with some really big boots. It gets more and more difficult to wrestle these kids all the time. I have to wonder what we are going to do when #5 gets here. It may be time to call for Nanny McPhee.
