So now they lay all nestled snug in their beds, while visions of breaking everything in my house tomorrow dance through their heads . . .
Here is what happened during the shower. . .
And here is what happened tonight while I was out. I get a text from Jeff that reads , "Lizzy just broke something else."
I hope Drop Dead Fred hasn't come to live at my house. Maybe tomorrow it'll be a mud pie on the kitchen table. . .