Yesterday, the gym calls to tell us the boys gymnastic team party had been moved due to the host having a fire in their home.
As I am running downstairs to change phones (because the one I was on had a lot of static) this is what she hears:
"hold on a second, I need to switch phones....
Noah..get those handcuffs off your sister!
Sorry..I am still trying getting it--
-grab bella off the table away from the yogurt!!!"
I caught myself today before I said this one:"Lexie, get the bear out of your pee pee!!"
Talking on the phone with 6 kids is hopeless. Simply hopeless!