Pop pacy in. Stroke down the bridge of his nose. Presto! Eyes start to roll.
Sometimes I have superpowers.
Cora complains, "Momma, I'm boring!"
"Yes, yes you are."
Oops, too much snark.
Mac sits at his desk and draws. Our playground - and it's recognizable! A police car - and it's recognizable! Fourteen pages of policemen chasing bad guy bank robbers swiftly follow.
My ream of paper is going fast.