We had a bit of a rough morning here. Paul's coughing at 5am had Brigham and Joy up at 5:30. There was a downhill slide from there. At one point, I went into Joy's room to comfort her and as we sat with her in my lap, Brigham started counting to four while pounding on the door. When he got to four he would scream (just for the sheer pleasure of screaming.) I said, "What are we going to do with that crazy screaming boy?" Joy's immediate response -
"Maybe we would take him to the doctor to see if his brain is damaged."
What?! Where did she come up with that? (Not a bad idea, though.)