On Fridays, Spencer has Occupational Therapy. Since the therapist is located near my parents' (but more because they're saints) my mom and dad have been taking both Lexi and Spencer all afternoon on Fridays. This afternoon, my Mom was busy helping a friend in the hospital, so Dad was on his own with them. After dinner, they rushed through the door, cranked up and crazy happy, zooming around and crashing like a puppy with the rips. So the following conversation happened as they zipped back and forth by us:
Me: What happened? Did you have fun?
Lexi and Spencer: YEEESSSS!!!
Me: Were they good for you, Grampa?
Dad (grinning): I only had to beat them two or three times, right kids?
Spencer: Nooooooo (giggle-giggle-giggle) he didn't beat me!
Dad (winking at Spencer): Spencer must have a short memory if he's forgotten already.
Lexi (from the other room): That's because of all the beating on his head! He can't remember anything!
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