On a Friday morning, Ben was having trouble getting out of bed for school. I'd kissed him, stroked his hair, and shaken him gently. Nada.
Andy came in and decided to lend a hand. I left the room. When I returned, Andy was sitting on top of his little brother, belching in Ben's ear.
"Andy!" I said. "What are you doing?"
Andy replied, "I'm just trying to wake him up nicely."
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