This morning, Andy was grumpy. I don't pretend to know why. He was particularly grumpy with Shawn, who tried his best to be benign.
Didn't work, though.
"Mommy, I'm angry at Daddy."
"Why, Andy?"
"Because of the bats."
(We had another bat in the house last weekend, but I still didn't understand the connection.)
"Ok, why are you angry at Daddy, then?"
"Because bats make Daddy annoying."
It's true. There's nothing more irritating than seeing your strong, protective husband lying on the floor in his underwear holding a tennis racket, swatting at the air as a bat flies in circles 10 feet above his head.
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