Earlier tonight while Rebecca and I watched the Tenacious D movie, the child came in dramatic fashion, holding the back of his wrist over his eyes like Gloria Swanson:
"Mom. Dad. Feel my forehead. I think I have a temper tantrum."
"No honey, don't worry - your head feels fine. You don't have a temper tantrum," assured my wife, "Go play. It's almost bedtime."
"What are you guys watching? Can I watch?"
The movie was almost over so we said OK. Just in time too. Dave Grohl as Satan appeared and nearly took Kyle to Hell in a Rock Off to become his bitch for all of eternity. Thankfully, the cat started watching it too, poking his head up to shadow-puppet the screen with a look of concern judging by his ears. Cats are always more funny than any devil doing the pelvic thrust.
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