And then last night happened.
Poor Ava has a small cut under her eye after an encounter with Ethan this afternoon. They were antagonizing each other and he whacked her. I thought I'd better write a letter to the teacher this morning to bring her up to speed.

Ava: "Did you tell her that Ethan hit me in the face with the vacuum cleaner wand?"
Me: "No. I'm sure you will fill in the details."
I can feel a brand new patch of grey hair starting to poke through my scalp. These boys are going to be the death of me.
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