Yesterday morning the kids were crazy hyper. I was upstairs with the baby and I could hear them screaming and jumping around acting like a herd of monkeys.
It was ridiculous.
I went to the top of the stairs and whisper-shouted, "You guys! You are being way too loud! If you can't have inside voices then you need to go OUTSIDE!"
My Dad comes out from the living room (where the kids were) and he's visibility sweaty. He just looks at me with a totally guilt-ridden face and says, "Can you believe them? I was trying to calm them down..."
I'll bet you were.
Oh how I love my Dad.