As the second ring sounded, I bolted toward the steps, my eyes wide and adrenaline surging through my veins. Get the phone! Get the phone! Footsteps clamored across the cement floor behind me, and fear snaked up my spine. They were getting closer. It didn’t matter who it was. If either Patty or Matt caught up to me, it wouldn’t be pretty.
I hit the landing of our split-level home as Patty reached the bottom stair. I glanced over my shoulder. Her wild, curly blonde hair bounced into her eyes, and she swiped at it as she hit the first step. I nearly tripped over six-year-old Becca, a rotund little brunette, who sat by the front door playing with our bronzed baby shoes lined up on the window ledge. Becca’s eyes widened as I hurdled her, my leg narrowly missing her head before landing on the first step of the second set of stairs.
Excerpt from Monte’s Misfits: The Magically Messy Mayhem of Growing Up With Ten Kids
Your heart will pound as you read this magical tale about a race to answer the phone. I promise you, no animals were hurt in the making of this story 🙂 The kids, on the other hand, were touch and go!
This excerpt is from our book that launched this past week. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as we did writing it. We would love to hear what you thought of it. A review would be great, too!
What stories does your family tell about growing up? Let us know in the comments below. Come on, don’t be shy. We promise not to laugh too much.