My friend Petra brought her son Dylan over for the afternoon. He's at that age when the most entertaining thing in the world is to pull everything off of the bookshelves and poke the keys on Uncle Swede's Mac. I'm at the age when the most entertaining thing in the world is to cuddle, dance with and sing to a baby, so we didn't really see eye-to-eye on how the visit should go. Petra was a doll, though, and let me sing to her instead.
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