Mr. French was changing the sheets on our bed.
I was laying on the floor trying not to vomit.
The lights flickered on and off a few times because of the rainstorm outside and then went off for a good long 30 seconds or so.
The boys protested with each outage.
When the lights finally came back on, C said, “That was a long time, Dad.”
“Yeah, well, there’s nothing we can do about it.”
“Well. Could we get a different house?”