We were all playing outside. It was beautiful and sunny.
There was a chill in the air, but for the most part, it was just lovely.
Jack had a new game he was playing. It was called (and I paraphrase) “I pretend to shot people and then pretend to get shot so I lay down and pretend to be dead.”
And then he hollers out to his twin sister in a dramatic voice “Ruby, help me, help me get up. I can’t do it.”
And being the sweet sister she is, she does so.
Then she pretends to shot him, as any sweet sister would do.