Sebastian just walked in as my mom and I were packing, holding our new super-bright emergency house-loses-power flashlight with the beam pointed directly at his eye.
"Mom!" he cried, "The fwlashlight is bwighting me!"
"I'm sorry, it's brighting you?"
"Yeah!"
With that, he turned it off, blinked a few times, and walked out of the room.
Time to find another higher shelf for emergency flashlights...
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