“Waaaahaaaaa!” My five-year-old son Porter was screaming on the other side of the family room. He held on to a shoe belonging to Paije, his much older sister, as she tried to wrench it away from his grasp. I looked over just in time to see this but before I could say anything, Paije grabbed the first shoe away from Porter and reached for its twin, still attached to his foot.
“Give me the shoe, Porter!” Paije ordered as Porter let out another wail.
I quickly stepped in before someone got hurt again. “Paije, you need to stop touching Porter Continue reading