Anna bought G an antique bell for Mothers' Day so she could ring for our attention. The bell is loud and G has not even hesitated about using it. It was like giving a semi-automatic to Charlton Heston.
Anna's rationale is that she is tired of G screaming at the top of her lungs, "ANNA! ANNA! ANNA!" Anna goes running in and says, "What?! Are you ok?"
"It's 9:30 [AM]."
"So what?"
"I slept in."
"Ok."
For some reason, I forgot she had the bell and I was in the very front of the house working on homework. I heard this really loud bell coming from the opposite end of the house and my first thought was, "Santa?"
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