"Mommy," came the muffled cry of distress from the office. I ignored it. I was cleaning the family room, Josh was in playing on the computer, and Amy was upstairs. "Mah---meee," came the cry again. And again, and again.
"Alright," I thought, "better see what's going on." I opened the office door, and there was Joshua standing on the computer desk, leaning towards the wall so as not to fall. I walked over and pulled him down, gently chiding him for his poor choice. Then I noticed that the scanner/photocopier/printer cover was open. I assessed the situation, looked at the ground and found these:
A present from Josh
Another present from Josh
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