Apparently I have too many children. Or at least Ryan must think so.
Today I was busy doing Mom things: planning dinner, talking to one of the girls, trying to keep Logan from touching the hot stove, and basically being totally distracted. Ryan called to me in frustration; he'd been waiting patiently for me to come and play with him. A touch frazzled, I snapped, "Hailey! Tori! Brent! Knock it off!! I'll be there in a minute!"
Laughing a bit, Ryan walked in to the kitchen. He put his hand on his hip, looked up at me, and with an exaggerated sigh he said VERY slowly, "Try again Mom."
Oh well. Good thing he knows we love him!