Daniel and I were sitting on the couch playing. He got started yelling to the point where he wasn't playing anymore. I said, "No yelling, Daniel." He looked at me like he was going to just scream at me again. Then he dropped his head, looked back up with sad little eyes, and said "Ok, mom". Oh, how I wish that contrite little heart that chooses to obey would stick around for one or two or sixteen more years.
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