So, last night I’m in one room, the kids in another. There might have been (nerf) football throwing going on. But it was getting close to bedtime, so I say:
Me: No more rowdy. It’s time to get ready for bed. Play a quiet game.
Andrew (after a barely imperceptible pause): Kyra, throw this at me as hard as you can.
Yeah. Some days it’s like talking to the walls.