Kids...

Kids... you can't live with them... you can't live without them! I live with two girls who're put up as tenants at my house. And let me tell you, sometimes I'm torn between paddling them and cooing affectionately at what they do.

The younger one is an angel... absolutely adorably an angel. She's sweet.. a little mischevious... but you tell her properly that some of her actions are unwarranted, she understands. But the elder one... She makes sure I be canonized upon death for having put up with her!

And now, as I sit here, exhausted, I wonder. Do I need kids? Can I handle them enough? A crash from my dresser answers my question quite eloquently!