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The spotty child is on the road to recovery. There weren’t any new spots yesterday, just old ones increasing in awfulness, and today they are slightly fewer in number.

Last night he was smoothing his hair down, and I said, “Stop rubbing.”

He, greatly offended, said, “I’m NOT rubbing! I’m trying to look cooler! So the girls will notice when they walk by!”

*dies of laughter*

Unrelatedly, the other day we were all out in the back garden tossing an (American) football around, and Indy wanted me...