This afternoon I tried to have a conversation with my husband in our bedroom. Even while trying to converse with Ryan, I find myself listening to the pandemonium that is four children.
Suddenly, in a lull in the conversation, I loudly yelled out, "Flush!" and Ryan gave me this odd look. The opening of the bathroom door stopped, and flushing noises were heard.
Ryan was still looking at me out of the side of his eye. I said, "I sound like I have Tourette's syndrome, don't I?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking, but I wasn't going to say anything," he replied.
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