Some days....

I was walking towards my room when I hear this thump.  I walked into my room to find Jory on the floor crying, holding his arm, and Rowan lying on the bed sucking on her thumb.

“Jory, what were you doing?”

He kept crying.

I looked at the bureau near him and noticed the Band-Aids I kept on top, mid-way down the back of the bureau.

“Jory were using my bed to climb up the bureau?”  Are you kidding me?!

“Yes,” he cried.

Seriously?!  How does God even deal with us?  I’m still amazed He hasn’t smoted us all.  “Are you supposed to climb furniture?”

“No.”

“You aren’t supposed climb furniture because you can fall and hurt yourself.  If you had fallen back an inch further you would have hit your head on the dresser.  You have to be careful. And no climbing,” I instructed.

He nodded through the endless tears.

I turned to face Rowan.  “When you see someone climbing furniture, I need you to tell me or call for me.  Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she said, taking her thumb out of her mouth long enough to answer me.

Are you kidding me?!  You tell me your brother wasn’t supposed to have ice cream twelve gazillion times two hours ago during dessert, but he’s climbing furniture and you keep your mouth shut?!

It’s truly a miracle that any of us lived to see eighteen.