When Holden is bad we squirt him. Holden is always bad. Holden is always wet. Holden is unrelenting. We think Holden might enjoy water.
Phoebe remains well behaved and slightly perplexed.
Phoebe has taken to hidding, relentlessly, in my sock drawer. The first sign of danger, uncertainty, or even just a mild hint of concern in the air and Phoebe's off like a rocket for that dresser, she squeezes behind the dresser, forces the coveted drawer open, and from there plunges into the safety of the socks. Needless to say, Erik and my hands are literally wringing with conservative parental worry. We're so ashamed of this vague sign of parental failure that sometimes we even have to avoid each other's eyes in embarrassment. The word psychotherapy drips from our lips.