Cleaning up after four children was
exactly how I didn’t want to spend my morning. Breakfast dishes washed, beds
made, all that was left was to start the never ending laundry. Then Fred,
Wilma, and I could go on a nice walk to the park. The doorbell rang as I
started down the stairs with one of the baskets, and they started barking. The
person on the other side quickly rang it three more times which made them bark
louder.
“Fred! Wilma! Be quiet. I’m coming,
stop pushing the button.” I called out as I headed towards the door. “No, no,
no.” I said when I saw Marcus’s smiling face.
“Good morning to you as well.” He
said stepping inside.
