I was at the boys' house and the landlords came over to inspect and chat. Their 4-year-old son Benjamin was in Kyle's room with us, brandishing a snorkel at us and making gunshot noises. We were listening to Lakers on the radio. Kyle, in his wheelchair, slowly rolled after the little boy down the hall and into the entryway where I could see them through the window and open front door. It was like a really slow, really epic, really creepy chase scene.
I laughed so hard I almost cried.
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