A perfectly normal sunny Saturday morning. Mommy is sipping coffee and loading the dishwasher, Daddy is sleeping in. The Moroz girls decide to play in the back yard. Not five minutes later, the screams from my children could wake the dead. I drop a fork on the floor as I run to the patio door to see my two precious angels, screaming and crying and pointing to some monstrosity I can’t see without going outside on the patio. I expect a garden snake, a squirrel, perhaps a mouse. I throw open the door and run outside while their screams escalate. I prepare for battle with the worst kind of critter, and since it has obviously offended my princesses, I will be brave. I turn to see it. The monster. It is a…
moth.
This my friends, is the drama that I live with. Heart racing moments of emergency turned hilarity and blood curdling screams of fear turned delight. And this is the joy (and pain) of having little girls.
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