My last 15 minutes are a good indicator of what life is like with my 3 active little boys.
1. I catch Jude making himself a pizza directly on the glass microwave plate in the microwave.
2. Asher writes with permanent black marker on the white kitchen cabinets.
3. Jude yells, “Emergency, emergency, emergency.” I race downstairs and find Asher at the table trying to cut some of Jude’s pizza for himself with a really sharp steak knife.