Sherri sighed. She just finished vacuuming early this morning. Are you kidding me? David, the culprit with the angel smile on his face, swung his scrawny little legs over the edge of the couch as he stared at her. “Are you going to clean that up?” David shrugged his shoulders. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes. Oh, no you don’t. Sherri tapped her foot and glared at him. David a four year old angel, according to his mother, stuck his tongue out. At her.She closed her eyes, counted to ten and crouched before him.“You know, David. I had to have a talk with your Mommy about the fight between you and Travis, remember? Do you remember what we said would happen if you continue to ignore the house rules?”He bit his lip. “Mommy won't take me to the baseball game.” Sherri picked up a fish off the floor. “Are you going to let a couple of spilled crackers take that away from you?”He shook his head. “So how about you help me clean this up, okay?” Sherri fought hard to keep a grin off her face.
