it was funny until the noodle landed in catsup and then got flung and hit the white dining room wall. Sigh. Now a child's purse just went zinging by my head, and it wasn't the 5 year old who threw it. Geesh!
My mom always uses the phrase Children's Hour. I'm not sure what it refers to, but she used it any time we were/are being juvenile.
***Just did a quick look in Google to see what it might mean, and I'm pretty sure it doesn't have to do with the play "Children's Hour". We weren't THAT bad!
Guessing it has to do with Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem:
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