....resounded throughout the house, since I pointed out "I'm going to have a nap in about an hour, so how about you do your band practice, right NOW?" And so he did.
Except, I was thinking "that doesn't sound like his practice pad".
It wasn't - it was a textbook, which wouldn't be so bad, except that it wasn't my textbook, it was one my supervisor lent me - a hard-to-find text on sport endocrinology. Double plus ungood!
"But mom, it's a hardback! See, no dents!".
After that, it was time to practice the cymbals, which sends us all running to other parts of the house. Theo probably would too, except he can't quite get away from them.
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