Last night Will was having one of his all-out-need-to-sleep-now tantrums whileI was getting the little kids ready for bed. Jon was the last one up on the changing table and he studied my facial expressions as we were forced to listen to Will's tirades.
Jon looked at me and innocently asked, "Wha's wong, Mama?"
I calmly replied, "I'm frustrated by the noise."
Jon's eyes got really wide as he questioned me again, "Are you cwazy yet?"
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