"Stop, stop!" Porshai shouts, "Mommy, tell Danny to stop!"
"I didn’t do anything," he says.
"Get off my balloon before you pop it! Let go, let go! Mommy, tell Danny to let it go."
"I didn’t do anything," he pleads.
Their high-pitched voices are escalating, just as my headache is ever-increasing. "Sit back and be quiet," I insist.
"But Mommy, Mommy, she started it."
I turn around and give them the stare--the "Mommy’s mad" stare. They both begin to grin. Somebody please call Nanny 911.
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