All areas of the house were being utilized. On one end, stationed under the coolness of the porch, Mary Mac quietly painted, enjoying a peaceful afternoon away from rambunctious older brothers.
At the other end, chaos and noise ensued, sounds that included yelling and splashing and all manner of horseplay.
To add an additional layer to the racket, the lawnmower joined in on the chorus of commotion that makes our household such a place of serenity.
I was not at all bothered as this pile of never ending nonsense muffled all of the noise.
And she never heard a thing.