Today was spent flip-flopping between listening to Jax repeat the same question 14 times at 12 different intervals and laughing at Ryan, who was busy taking advantage of the stormy weather, screaming and running to the back door, banging on it and calling, "Madame, please may we come in? We are poor orphanages."
It was a good day.
The Boarding House by The Pioneer Woman
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