A game I should be disturbed by…

“I need a spoon!” Jake said brightly this morning, retrieving a old plastic baby one from the drawer. “What do you need a spoon for, honey?” I asked. “It’s my dolly!” he replied. I smiled and continued on with the dishes.

A few minutes later, I looked up to see him, a toy monster truck in hand, driving over the spoon. “Take that, dolly!”


  1. Ah, boys.

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