Motherhood

I'm in the kitchen. Andrew is in the living room with the TV on.

Andrew: *** MOMMY!!!***
Me: Andrew, 'tell not yell' (my new catchphrase)
Andrew: "Mommy, I need you"
Me: (trying to cut up a peach for Ali) "Andrew, is it an emergency, or can you wait a minute?"
Andrew: "I really need your help now"

So I walk into the living room and look across the top of the couch for him.

Me: "Andrew, what's up"
Andrew: "Mommy, I'm here. My head is stuck in the couch."

Indeed it is, sort of. He's pulled the cushion off, put his head in the space, and somehow managed to get the cushion back in.

So much for "tell, not yell"