And, almost every night, my children seek me out to ask ridiculous questions. No matter how many times I tell them they need to wait, no matter how many times I tell them not to walk in.
I could not hide if I tried.
UNTIL a night when Brad’s gone and they’ve been outside playing and they come in to ask a ridiculous question and instead of busting through the baby’s door they do circles in the living room while yelling, “I can’t find her!”
I shouldn’t be surprised, I suppose; it’s the same way they look for anything.
But, come on…