It all started when the girls and I were waiting for Dan and Ben to come up for the nightly bedtime story. We were tired of waiting, so we started playing catch with a toilet paper roll. Lucy accidentally (so she says) ripped the first square off, thereby turning the roll into a contrail-spewing rocket. When there was nothing left but a pile of paper and an empty roll, Dan and Ben walked in and were greeted with a 2-ply weapon of mass destruction.
I don't know how it is that in our family a game of catch can turn into a game of "Intercontinental Ballistic Missile" to a game of "Lazarus, Come Forth!", but it made me laugh, and I haven't laughed in a long time.
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Yay!!
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