Hudson wanted to go out on the porch. It was sunny and he likes to lounge in the light. I pulled back the curtain that covers the porch door and reached for the handle of the sliding glass door. Oliver comes running, full speed, from somewhere (the bedroom?) and crashes head first into the still closed door. He bounced back with a loud bang and fell on his butt looking dazed. He's confused, but fine. And he's supposed to be the smart one.
It made my day.