I don't know if it's seasonal allergies or what, but people at this house can not breathe or hear. Poor Miriam has "a lot" of fluid in her right ear according to the doctor. It is like trying to communicate with an old man hard of hearing. I'm learning very quickly not to raise my voice to get her to hear because then she melts into a puddle of tears.
"Miriam, pass the peas."
"No, I'm not going to sneeze."
"Miriam, honey, pass the peas down to your brother."
"Why did you say I was going to sneeze on my brother?"
"What did you say?" Blank stare. "Huh?"
Meanwhile, Betsy with her mop of bed head curls came up to me late in the night (as I was reading blogs) and explained. "A strange thing is happening. When I lay down on my pillow I can not breathe and my mouth is too dry. Then I came to see you, but when I got on the stairs my nose opened up. So I went back to bed and it happened again. Now I came here and I can breathe. How am I ever going to get any sleep if I have to keep going up and down the stairs all night?"
A few days later I heard Elizabeth instructing Joseph as they were cleaning up. "Joseph put all the stuffed up animals up here."
Kids are hilarious. Read more over at Mary's or share your own stories.