On Saturday we went and looked at a house. This house was actually occupied (most of the houses have been vacant), and we could tell fast that it was a house full of boys. There were cars and trucks and balls stacked neatly in the room. There was pictures of boys hanging on the wall. And in the living room. . .well, in the living room. . .
There was a big screen tv. Big and beautiful. And with a ball-sized dent right in the middle. Obviously a ball had gone astray and found its target right in the middle of Dad's tv.
I groaned when I saw it. We worry about this at our house. So we walked the girls right up and showed it to them and warned them that this is what happens when you throw toys in living room.
God bless girls.