Rosanne had given birth to a (how shall I put it?) rather high spirited son, Eddie.
At least one item in our house would get broken, every time, during an “Eddie visit”.
Even though toy guns were not allowed in their house, Eddie would creatively chew cookies, toast and celery stalks into armament shapes.
One day, upon observing a four limbed, floor pounding
outburst at one of our weekly playgroup get- togethers, Rosanne reflected, “I wish I could do that when I'm not happy about