Or is it?
Aunt Krista took the older four kids for a sleepover last night. I think the plan was park, pizza, and movies on the big screen.
So, we woke up to a nice quiet morning, nobody fighting, nobody whining over breakfast. Only, we looked out the window, and noticed this in the backyard. Which is worse? A half dead tree fallen over in your yard? Or several kids arguing over breakfast cereal?
And no, there was no storm last night, as far as we know, so we have no idea why the tree just split. Weird, huh?
Happy Labor Day?