You guys okay in there? Nobody bleeding, whining, or being picked on? Usually when I leave you guys alone for a few minutes, someone ends up callumphing down the stairs, all in a huff because someone stuck someone else’s marble somewhere and now *nobody* wants it.
But if y’all are getting along, I’ll just leave you to it.
It’s so *nice* when you play well together.
One response to “The door creaks”
Ya know…this explains a *while lot* about the pain in my patootie when I sit down on those hard hockey benches.yup. a whole lot. besides, it was him.