The kids have eaten dinner, and the countdown to bedtime has begun.
Brendan is playing with a little rubber bouncy ball on an elastic band. I think it broke off some crappy cheap paddleball toy he got from the allergist's office. Anyway, he's swinging it around, and it's hit him twice, once in the face, and once in the chest. Both times, Claire has laughed at him, and he's gotten mad about it. He told me "She's laughing at me, and it's not funny!" My response? "Yes it is."
I think he learned that look from his mother.
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