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[bandagedbandit]

[The kids have had a busy day. Between being kicked out of nursery early and forcing their mother away from work; covering the lounge wall with crayon masterpieces; playing doctor with mummy's first aid kit, and becoming wrestlers for the afternoon, you'd expect the miniature hell-raisers to have tired themselves out already, and yet they're still faring better than Clarissa. Who, by the way, is ineptly trying to calm a crying Darter (whose twin sister leapt from the sofa and crushed him during the previous pretendy-game) while trying to pry Magmar's Pokeball from Martel's stubborn fingers, which is proving to be difficult without resorting to breaking them.

Husband, help.]