My Tuesday Morning

Posted: January 11, 2011 in Family

Crying was heard from upstairs.

Me: What’s going on up there?

Maggie: I was just laying here and suddenly Amie threw up her hands and hit me.  I kept on telling her to stop but she didn’t.  And I had to push her arms away because she kept pushing them at me.


John spent the morning drawing in the frost on the sliding glass door. He then ran upstairs saying, “Amie! My hands are cold, my hands are cold.”

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