32. Rain, Rain, Go Away
The rain afforded a bit of a respite from the heat, but I was trapped inside with two small boys and wishing fervently for sunshine.
"That is my horse!" Boromir snapped, jerking the toy from Faramir's hand. "You have your own!"
Faramir scowled at his brother, retorting, "You broke my horse! You stepped on it!"
This had been going on all day, and my patience abruptly vanished.
"Boromir, on the couch!" I ordered, pointing. "Faramir, in that chair! You will stay there until you can play in peace!"
Muttering, each grudgingly headed for his appointed destination.
A blissful quiet descended.
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