Unfortunately, I have no picture for this story. I was on the phone with my sister Kelli yesterday when I could hear little 2-year-old Leif tell her in a very concerned voice that something was "broke." Seriously, at the level of sadness in Leif's voice, I was convinced that he had broken an heirloom vase (or at least one of his sister's favorite toys). I listened on as Kelli followed him to find out what was broke. Turns out that darn wolf broke the pig's house. Again.
I love that boy and can't wait until we live so close that he comes to pull my hand to show me the broken pig's house.
Amidst the chaos, there is peace. Well, not really peace, but lots of laughter.
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