So It Won’t Melt
Today there was little art piece in my fridge – a red paper with a child’s doodle. For some reason I didn’t think too much of it, until Calvin came climbing underneath to the fridge shelf to check on it.
“What is that?” I asked.
“It’s a picture of a snowman. I put it in here so it won’t melt.”
Calvin and Everett were fighting in the car. Calvin was whining at the top of his lungs:
“He won’t give me personal space, he won’t give me personal space!”
I turned around to see Everett sitting in his seat, but turned around, looking at Calvin. Next it will be “stop breathing my air!” Good grief.