Lights

Some cross, boss-eyed girl shoved Hartley for touching a toy on a walker that her little brother was occupying. Then she feigned great concern for her brother, even though I could see that her real aim had been to push my son to the ground. That wasn't the best moment of my day. Not by a long shot. My best moment was the lights coming back on after three hours of thinking we'd damaged the wiring behind a wall where we'd hung a painting. That would have been terrible.