I was just trying to brush my teeth in peace. That’s all I wanted—two minutes. But the second I turned my back, Noah went silent. Every parent knows what that means. Silence is never good.
I found him in the bathroom sitting like a king in a kingdom of chaos—about nine rolls of toilet paper unraveled, shredded, and tangled around his legs like snowdrifts. He looked so pleased with himself too, like he’d just solved world peace.