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 . . .
I heard her dog farts through the door!!
That’s my baby! 🙂