“Stooooop it.” My daughter growled. “Or turn it around. Face the other way.”
Her baby sister blatantly stared at the Kindle screen, oblivious to the volume.
I suppose it’s ironic that my loudest child suddenly wants peace and quiet at bedtime. Or, at least, she doesn’t want the speaker in her ear.
She gave me a dirty look. “You’re laughing.”
“No, I’m snorting, there’s a difference.”