The boys are loud.
Without saying a word, they can hum out the tune of a song on the radio. A toy car being pushed along the floor can drown out the sound of the person speaking on the phone. Even the sound of markers on paper can be deafening. Or maybe it's the sound of the hums and vocal expressions, mixed with he sound of markers being shifted around in the box so that the right color can be found. Or maybe it's the sound of marker caps hitting the floor again and again and again.
And me? I'm the crazy lady in the next room shouting YOU ARE SO LOUD to three boys who, in their own minds, are being perfectly quiet.
Happy Birthday to my baby brother, Jamie.
1 comment:
I would like to say as loudly as possible:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE!!!
And to those little boys;
SSSSSSSHHHHHHH! You're buttering your bread too loud!
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