From the bedroom, I could hear the sound of a clattering crash emanating from the kitchen. I sat, momentarily frozen, listening for the sounds of injury, immanent death or a call for clean-up on aisle five.
"Logan, what were you doing?" Ethan asked.
"I was trying to pause it so I could see their butts!" he exclaimed.I'm still not sure how I feel about the fact that he dropped the remote while watching Teletubbies.
- 2 July 2013
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