That's my bed, and that's my room.
That's my fav-o-rite pillow.
My side's the left, Tim's the right
Where we lay our tired heads
I painted that wall all by myself
That's my alarm clock on the shelf
I guess it's the couch for me
Why are these kids... Running my life.
My crazy kids. They drive me crazy and most days I think I need to go to the funny farm, but what would I be doing without them. I feel sorry for those who choose not to have kids because as nice as it seems it sure would be a selfish, lonely life.
Grace, Isaac, Lizzy, Kaleb. Good times, Good friends.
