Last night (early morning) we had a mild thunderstorm here. Paige hustles in on the first roll of thunder - not surprising. Three in the bed.
A couple minutes later, Will wanders slowly in and comes over to my side of the bed and states, "Mom? Um, I didn't see any colors, so I knew it wasn't fireworks." I said, "No, that's lightning alright!" Four in the bed.
Then our 80-lb lab who has gotten more anxious with stormy weather as she has aged whined beside us. Five in the bed.
Kenny’s 15 and Luke’s 12 year stats
6 years ago
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why does this make me want to start singing the song there were five in the bed?
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