Last night Mr. Yoy and I climbed into bed around eight to binge watch Orange is the new Black.
Shortly after our show began, we had not one, but two haunting visitors. Big and Little E.
Obviously, we didn't want them to watch our prison show. They can't comprehend bad words or adult themes, but we wanted to freeze them in their extra-wide tracks.
Mr. Yoy dug deep. His acting rivaled the great Robert De Niro.
A flicker of fear washed across Big E's sweet face.
He did a 180 and sprinted down the hall back to the G-rated walls of his bedroom.