Don’t wake up the storm!

We were in Tennessee a few years ago for my grandma’s memorial service, and we stayed with my Aunt and Uncle…and so did my cousin. With his two young grandsons. They were all boy. They were a bundle of motion from sun up to sun down. They never stopped. They were hard to control. They made us older folk tired just watching them. We had to get up at early o’clock to start our drive home, and Mikel and I crept into the kitchen as quietly as possible. As soon as we saw my uncle Gus, he looked at us, pointed to where the boys were sleeping, and said real serious-like, “Don’t wake up the storm!” What do we do when our thoughts are like my cousins…like a storm in our heads?
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