So, this is funny. . .
I was working away in the kitchen. Ben was quietly playing alone in the living room. . . .when the tornado, that is my three oldest children, touched down and swept through my kitchen. They didn't stop at the living room stairs but just flew over the top of them and the house filled with the instantaneous wail of all four children. Sara had twisted her ankle on the fall down, Will & Kayte bonked noggins and Kayte's nose was bleeding. My fourth child was screaming from the terror of the frightfully loud and sudden tornado.
I yelled for Joe (who was blissfully aware of the racket from the safety of his shower), and then attempted to sort out the injuries on my own by order of urgency.
Whew! Crazy kids!
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