Pillow Fight
Sometimes I think Toby and Dora were two eight year old boys in a former life. They rush past me to jump on my bed and two days ago while I was at the computer paying just one bill, they attacked Glen’s pillow and turned into a mountain of fluff that I am still picking up. Proudly they carried the torn pillowcase between the two of them into me working at the computer. Later I also learned that they had each peed on my bed–a discovery I made as I was preparing to crawl into bed. Yesterday was a day at the laundromat washing the quilts in their commercial washers and dryers.
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