I was upstairs this morning, trying to put away some laundry, when I head blood-curdling screams coming from downstairs where the kids were playing. Fearing some horrible scene awaiting my discovery, I bolted down to the living room.
To my surprise, the kids both had huge grins on their faces as they ran back and forth across the living room, shrieking at the top of their lungs all the while.
“What are you guys doing?” I asked.
“Playing screaming,” our three year-old answered matter-of-factly, as though this should have been completely obvious.
The kids promptly resumed their “game,” apparently commencing the lightning round.