No X, know Y

Last night, sitting on the floor, attempting to convince Cian to put his pajamas on. He running circles around me and hooting with delight, me sharing an exasperated look with Shannon.

Suddenly, an idea forms.

“Know Cian, no peace,” I say to her. She cracks up.

Cian looks delighted.

“Know Cian! No peace!” he yells.

“No Cian! Know peace!” we all chant.


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