A daily insight into the joys of raising boys...and lots of them.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I had to talk business with someone today for a few short moments and so I asked the older boys to watch the younger ones at a distance. We hadn't spoken long before my 8 year old came and stood by us. When I asked him what he wanted, he just held up a walkie talkie and turned it on and we could hear the baby crying through it. I went to fetch Micah and found him propped up and surrounded by all brothers, the other walkie talkie held close to his mouth. I was a bit embarrassed, but I could see the woman I was trying to speak with was very much amused and so all was well.