Ender’s Game, pirates, and scimitars.

It’s a race through the day, in which I also get irritated at my son and forbid him from reading my copy of Ender's Game, and in which he retaliates by threatening to knock my scimitar out of my hand. 

With his bigger scimitar.

Also, he informs me he doesn’t like my iPad, and Becca tells me not to film in our current state of physical space existence, and that is why there is no accompanying video anymore. She also informs me that she’s just going to quote-unquote ‘…take my million dollars and go somewhere else.’ I love her enormously, and this should be the important part of the sentence - the “go somewhere else” part. However, I sadly and shallowly get stuck on the former portion, the part where she casually announces we have a million dollars. I was unaware of this, and honestly, I hope she does not go somewhere else, both for the sake of me being deeply in love with her and also that it would be pleasant for our bank account.

Also, there is some skipping in a high school corridor. I think it’s illegal. But it was great to see, and possibly my younger sister might have been involved. Skipping is like the blowing bubbles of recreational exercise.