The other evening, while a storm crackled overhead, Grumpy and I could barely hear ourselves think as Dr Bellows yelled and screamed and bullied and carried on in the usual fashion that his parents think empowers the child, or some crap like that.
Lightning was streaking across the sky and we heard the blighter make a huge splash into the backyard pool.
Grumpy summoned up his best Joe Strummer impersonation and exhorted the little wretch to "Swim, Bellows, swim!"
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