I'm here at the computer, catching up on my reading while coaching Lily to take one more bite of Taco-Bean Soup (she thinks I'm trying to poison her, apparently). Keely and Noah are watching their Latin lesson on DVD, Rowan is building a block house on the shifting sands of the couch cushion, and I look up to see what Joe is up to. I catch him, arm raised with a large block in his hand, poised behind his unsuspecting brother's head. "Joseph!", I call. He looks over, drops the block, and assumes an air of innocent mischievousness.
It's so hard to be tough when the offender is so darn cute.
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