God has spoken.
WE ARE DONE!
You might wonder how God spoke to us.
Was it in a still small voice?
Tongues of fire?
No, none of the above.
He sent us EMILY!
In a simple choice between sanity and more kids, we've chosen to be done.
Today my darling three-year-old emptied a bag of veggie chips.
On the toilet seat.
We might be a little off here, but we do not usually serve
chips on the seat of the porcelain throne.
She also flooded the upstairs bathroom, hallway, and downstairs bathroom,
while standing in a waterfall of ice cold water.
Yes, seriously, on two separate occasions today!
The last time was after 9:00 p.m. while I was cleaning up after haircuts.