Yesterday afternoon, we saw our neighbors getting out of their truck. Since they have a new dog, we went to meet Fannie, a mutt of lovely markings. The mom looked frazzled. Trust me, I know that look. Oh, how I know it. Although I had a headach of monumental proportions, I invited her three kids to my house.
See, in a strange way, six kids are easier than three. The boys attacked the bikes in the back, ramming into the gate and each other. The girls drug out every Mardi Gras decoration we had in Larien's room. They played happily and, most importantly, harmoniously as I supervised.
Our youngest neighbor had to be drug from our house for his dinner. It's a compliment when kids don't want to leave your house.
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I completely agree about six being easier than three. We are taking our kids plus two others to the beach this weekend. Although I expect it to be loud, it will be easy.
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