I came into the entry and saw Riley chucking a ball up at my decorative books.
"Knock it off," I told him. "I don't want you throwing balls up there."
He rolled his eyes, barely containing his disdain for my utter stupidity.
"I know, Mom," he said. "I an trying to get the other ball down."
Ah. Now it makes sense.
Living with children is quite an adventure and not for the faint-hearted.
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