After an evening of laughter, it is time for bed. I slide under the covers on the beach condo’s pull-out sofa as my sisters climb in to the bunks in the hall.
“You stepped on me,” Katie screeches and reaches up to pinch Jul’s leg. She forgets one thing. Jul is extremely ticklish.
“Yoooooooooal.” Jul howls as she lets go of the bed and falls to the floor, banging against the door to Mom’s bedroom.
The door flies open and gentle, quiet mom, with the scariest face I’ve ever seen her muster-up, growls, “THAT’S ENOUGH!”
Jul scrambles back in to bed. Katie hides all but her dinner plate-sized eyes under her covers. I hide under my covers too, but only to muffle my laughter.
How do you know when to end your story (THAT’S ENOUGH)?