The kids were all playing upstairs. I was enjoying a few minutes of peace and a cup of hot chocolate and sitting in a sunbeam.
Really, it was that perfect.
I heard Thomas bellow for help. At least one pair of little feet went running across the floor.
"I'm having a bad hair day!" exclaimed Sarah Grace.
"I know. I can see. But come help me!" replied Thomas.
"I can't! I'm having a bad hair day!" wailed Sarah Grace in return.
To my credit, I didn't snort hot chocolate through my nose.
Y'all, she's five. Just keep that in mind. Five! And already bad hair days are preventing her from living life.