"Miss Martha, you are so weird!" "I know . . . isn't it wonderful!?"

In our unceasing quest to control Lilly’s behavior, she’s no longer allowed in bed with me (or by herself) until Kenny comes up.  So, I have to listen to her breathing under the door.  It’s been silent for a while, so I almost thought that she had given up and gone downstairs to be with the boys.

 

Then . . .

(loudly)

*TOOOOOOT*

*toot*

*toot*

 

I heard her dog farts through the door!!

 

That’s my baby!  🙂

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