So I have six brothers. Six younger brothers. Yes. Six. That’s a lot. And with a lot of boys comes a lot of noise. [Hey that rhymes...] Clanging stick swords, banging of whatever drum set they have made of random objects around the house, plastic guns making their little “click” sounds, and of course all their screeching that goes along with it. Its annoying quite often. But sometimes we just have to sit back and listen…listen to their squeals, their giggles, their noises. For someday they will be gone…and I know life is going to sound awfully quiet.
Cherish each moment.
The quidnuncs that love me most.
Because the ones that love me most obviously comment the most.