Aunt Karen is the mother of two high-spirited young girls. When I called her one morning, our conversation was constantly interrupted by the din of kids screaming and chasing each other. “Could you hold on for a moment?” my aunt finally asked, putting down the phone.
Within ten seconds all I could hear was absolute silence. Then, “Okay, I’m back.”
“But it’s so quiet!” I exclaimed. “You must have complete control over those two.”
“Not really,” my aunt confessed wearily. “I’m in the closet.”
Received from Steve Brundage, Reader’s Digest.