A note from Zannah after we got to Church 20 minutes late because Max and Zannah fought over one specific notebook for that long. We only have 89 other notebooks. I lost my temper and screamed at them. I would love for someone to tell me how to resolve these squabbles before I get to the point of blowing a gasket.
The note reads: You are mean. But I still love you like Jezus loved all mean people, nice people, bad people and wicked people. I love you. Rite back.
Oy. I feel most Sundays that when it was coined a day of rest, the fine print excluded anyone with small children.
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