When the Tables Turn

“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.”

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