In honor of my purple foot

I present a purple car.

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In unrelated news, my middle son (5yo) got in trouble at breakfast for spitting in his little brothers face. I told him to go to his room. He refused. I told him a few more times. He refused. I got up to help him to his room. He ran. Bad choice. It took about 10 minutes of hobbling after him, but eventually he cornered himself. I was pissed and in pain. There were consequences.

At one point during the chase I stopped to laugh at the obsurdity of the situation, but realized I was hurting and he’s far too young to realize he can escape, so the chase persisted.

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