Sunday Afternoons…
at my house usually look like this:
The kids like to bury each other (and their father) under pillows & blankets. They comb the whole house and grab every single pillow they can find. Once they are totally covered, the buried person waits for just the right moment to pop out. Daddy usually come out growling, today he accidentally made the baby cry when he emerged!
What do Sunday afternoons look like at your house?
