Tuesday, March 8, 2011

What sisters are for...

Last night while sending the girls back to bed for the 47th time, I lost my patience and snapped at Evie.  She, of course, started to cry.  Lila, who was standing in the hallway, held out her hand and said so sweetly and gently, "Come on Evie, come with me and I'll tell you how you feel..."