SCENE: Our living room, Sunday morning. Carson is walking around with a fireman hat on backwards (so the big brim thing is over his face, instead of protecting his neck from random fire debris).
STB: “Mallory, look at your brother” and I start shaking my head.
MCB: looks at Carson, starts shaking her head, looks at me and smiles & says “I don’t get him.”
*I think I’ve used this as a post title before. Oh well.