Meltdown Sunday

The natives are restless and even though it is the season of fall, the weather is middle of summer. Excruciatingly hot. Humid. Wrong, just wrong. The boys do not want to go outside, yet are killing each other from being couped up.

If I had taken a photo of Boy B and his face immediately following the tear down of his pillow fort by Boy A. Tears, screaming, red-faced faced frustration. Screaming shortly followed with, "it's ruined! it can't be fixed. EVER."

Soon followed by chasing up and down stairs, and around the house. It included someone throwing a toy that of course, didn't hit target Boy, but Daisy instead. Oh, the injustice of being a family pet. Your work is never done.