Justin leaned back against the couch cushions, watching the little boy spin around and around giggling like a maniac. Daphne glanced up every minute or so from folding the latest round of laundry to make sure her son didn't accidentally spin himself into the nearby arm chair or sliding glass door.
Twice in one day was plenty.
“I can't help wondering if the copious drug use in our wayward youth has resulted in your son's...weirdness,” Justin mused.
Daphne snickered. “Well, once your and Brian's bundle of joy arrives we can compare notes.”