The boy likes to take advantage of this too. He’ll bop around the house with loud little yelps and shrill yips punctuating his steps.
|Fortunately I was wearing an orange shirt when|
he wiped his hands on me.
Master Blackwell, it turns out, has yet to learn this.
“Earth shattering news, toddlers aren’t quiet in church,” you might be saying to yourself. And, while that’s a bit of a mean way to say it, you’re correct. We know this too and that’s why we come prepared.