It's morning I set James up at the dining room table with some letter tracing. He was not happy about being called in from playing to do letter tracing.
I went to the kitchen to wash breakfast dishes because my dishwasher and my microwave decided to quit in the same week.
I am telling you--appliances talk to each other.
Anyway, James began crying and sniffling and making gulping noises like he couldn't breathe. I continued on with my dish washing as he continued on with his crying.
After a few minutes he came to the door to the kitchen and said in his most pitiful voice,
"Mom, don't you hear all the crying going on in here??????"
I started laughing and Abbie said, "You might as well just get it done James. She knows all the tricks."
Poor 4th child.