The Shoe’s on the Other Foot

I left the boys playing on my bed as Evan piled pillows up for them to jump into with a bounce.  I remembered I needed to check something on the internet.  I heard the pitter-patter of little feet and turned to see Sean running into the kitchen to get his juice,


Evan: Sean!  Seanny!  Se-ann-y!  SE-ANN-Y!  Sean!  There you are!  Sean.  Come here.  Come here, Sean!  Come here, Sean.    Sean!  Come here!  I told you to come here!  Come on, Sean!  Come here!  SEAN!


And now you know how I feel, kid.



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