Tonight we went (all of us) in the new van to my parent's house to celebrate October and November birthdays. Or as Ellie calls to have a Cousin Day. We took along the camp cot for Ty to lay/lie (?) on and then since Mr. O had a church meeting and came over later, I had him bring a little sedative to calm Ty's nerves. Ty does not like crowds or leaving our house, really (although he does make an exception for school which he loves). But he's going to have to get used to getting out more now that the van makes it absurdly easy to take him places.
Anyway the adults were visiting in one room and the children were playing in another. All of the sudden I heard major tears and Ellie came running into the room.
Someone broke my life!
My life, someone broke my life!
What does that mean?
They broke my heart.
How did that happen?
I was building a tower and they knocked it over.
Well, then. No we have no drama in our house, none whatsoever, why do you ask?
Everyone should have such a talented mom.