Publisher's Synopsis
My muddy, disheveled ten-year-old son raced into the house calling, "Mom! Mom! Is dinner ready?" "Not yet," I answered perplexed. "Why did you think so?" "Oh," he said, completely deflated. "I thought it was because the house is smoky. Whenever the house is smoky, it means dinner is ready." This engaging encounter joins many others recorded over several decades of parenting sixteen children. Those children assured us that our chaotic home would never be boring. There was the dismayed preteen who tried to hide the fact that she had cut several inches of her hair and ineffectively tried to conceal it in the bathroom trash. There was also the young child fascinated with whistles who decided to become a police officer with a whistle as an adult. After she discovered she might cross paths with strangers, she became anxious and reconsidered. Laughter is supposedly the best medicine. This book contains a hefty dose of laughter, courtesy of children who graced the author's life over many years of chaos, tears, joy and laughter.
