but my son is wailing downstairs because he and his brother were horsing around in bed (after I told them for the thousandth time to stop because someone was going to get hurt) and he whacked his head. I've refused to show him sympathy, and that's what made him start crying. He's escalating as I type this. Apparently, he didn't like my suggestion that perhaps his bump would serve to remind him to obey me.
Also, Jesse is on his way home and I'd like to clear off his desk and our bed before he gets here (I have a habit now of letting my books accumulate on his side of the bed as I read them until the pile is as big as...Jesse. Not the same.)
West is still wailing. Must go and parent. *Sigh*