I lounge in bed with Eddie. He's so happy, so playful; it's such an ideal way to start the day.
It's a routine day at work -- and an extremely busy one.
After supper, we all go out to play miniature golf. It's going to take Andy a few more times to get the hang of it, but we have fun until just after the 18th hole. Andy wants to do the other course and throws a tantrum when I tell him we're done. So much for going out for ice cream. I drive home in relative silence. Andy is sent to his room once we return home. I try to reason with him, explain why I find his behavior so offensive. He seems to understand. Eddie and I walk to the drug store to pick up odds and ends.
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