I've always said I wanted to have 4 children. This weekend I had the privilege to test that out. Saturday, I watched a friend's two little boys. So my head count was Oliver, 5; Cooper, almost 3; Tripp, 12 months; and Carver, 7 months.
Everything was going smooth. Oliver was playing with the farm equipment. Carver was playing with his baby toys. Tripp was playing in the exersaucer. Cooper was helping me make breakfast.
A little later the big boys were playing in Cooper's room, and I was getting ready to put Carver down for a nap, when I couldn't find Tripp. I started racing around trying to find him, asking the big boys to help. Just when I thought all was under control and I could handle having four kids: I find Tripp in the bathroom, both hands in the toilet.
Maybe I should re-think having more children:)
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