Generally, it is the oldest child that assaults us with continuous noise pollution. Last night, Little Emmi decided it was her turn.
She talked about who knows what.
Then she morphed into a puppy. A mean puppy. A puppy who chased Kenny around the house growling and barking at him. After twenty minutes, he snapped.
"EMMI! Enough! No more puppy. Do not bark again. Not one more time. I can't take it!"
She sat back. She smiled sweetly.