Shelby is one of those kids who goes and goes and goes at full speed … until she crashes into a wall. Today, she crashed. I was on the computer just a few feet away from her looking for an art class to enroll her in.
I said “Shelby would you like to take an art class or would you like to take something else?”
I asked the same question three time without looking away from the computer screen. When she didn’t answer after the third try … I walked over to the couch to find this:
Seriously, where does she come up with this stuff?