Whistling

Our house is still half empty. No rugs, no curtains, not even many pictures. It still looks like we just recently moved in. (Yeah, we are big slackers, but we just can't decide what to hang where and when you are on a tight budget, curtains just don't seem that important.) Well with the empty walls and floors it can get really loud with little people screaming. Last night, I had had enough. My threat? "The next one who screams will go sit in a corner." (Harsh, I know.) Coda had already been sent to his corner when I was trying to talk to Justin when I started to hear a little person screaming at our feet. I finally said "GRACIE! TO A CORNER!" And for those of you who know Gracie well, you know she has many, many faces. This particular face was the one where one eye brow goes up and the other comes down over her eye, (kind of like one surprised eyebrow and one very angry eyebrow.) And then she says firmly, "I WAS NOT SCREAMING I WAS WHISTLING!" And just about the time she says "whistling" her big brown eyes turn teary, and I instantly melt. (My kids insist that this high pitch scream the do is a whistle.) So, I scoop her up and tell her I am sorry. She says she was whistling because no one would answer her. Ignorant parents anyway!