Tragic Sandwich

I yell at Baguette a lot. Not when I’m angry or frustrated–that’s happened from time to time, but I’m generally able to talk through it with Mr. Sandwich rather than snap at her. Everyone should get to be married to someone like Mr. Sandwich. It really makes all the difference.

But I digress. Here are some things I’ve caught myself yelling:

• Do you want milk?
• Is that a tree? Yes, that’s a tree!
• Do you want Mommy to read that book to you?
• Can you hand me your socks?

At some point I hear how loud I am and say to Mr. Sandwich, “Why am I yelling at her?”

Neither one of us has any idea. But I’m pretty sure all the neighbors know when we’re out for an evening walk.