I snatch the magazine from Van’s hands, quickly roll it up, and whack him in the shoulder. “No!” I say firmly, like I’m scolding a dog. Not that I’d actually hit a dog with a rolled up magazine. But Van can take it. “Bad. No!” He actually giggles. Which only makes me swat him harder. Because it’s kind of adorable. And that makes me angrier. “Why are you—ow!” he says. “This is worse than my pinching!”
