My mind set to work, “How would I ever get this screaming to stop?” Shawndell was in the other room bathing BIG SIS, and I needed to think, FAST! I began to wonder, “What if I scream LOUDER than them? Will they stop?” So without much effort, this thought quickly manifested and I found myself getting down on the kids level, loudly singing the same pitch they were, only longer and stronger. (Thank you Professor Klob and all of those breathing exercises in Chorale/Testify!)
One by one they began to stop and watch. I have to proudly say the crying stopped after this.
Despite my efforts, I managed to get all but one rascal to stop. As seven pairs of eyes stared at me curiously, I scooped up the remaining crier – and began to clap. The kids quickly joined…all was well in their world again! Giggles replaced the crocodile tears, and several set out on expeditions to retrieve their scattered toys.
