I look up from my La-Z-Boy just in time to see Thalia toddling towards me with a toilet brush in her hand!
Thalia: Dada! Haha! Dada!...
What sudden tyranny is this?
Me: Stop her, please! Stop her!
I cringe back into my chair with both arms out in a defensive position to protect me from her attack...Oh, the terror! the torture! When will it end? Make it stop!
Laura swoops in at the last possible moment to rescue me from my own child.
Not cool, Thalia. Not cool.
