Tonight we went to run some errands. We headed over to Woodbury to check out Michael's and I made a trip into Archiver's. On our way back to Target in West St. Paul, the following scene happened.
Emmy: Singing at the TOP of her lungs. And I mean TOP. She was joyously singing like she often does.
Peder: Got kind of annoyed with the singing. Told Emmy to stop.
Emmy: Kept SINGING! Sang so loud I couldn't hear Peder talking.
Peder: Repeatedly: EMMY STOP!
Me: Started singing Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star at the top of my lungs. MUCH louder and more annoying than Emmy was.
Peder: "That's MUCH better!"
And that is a small snippet of our life. Enjoy!
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