J decided he was going to be K’s primary caretaker today.  All afternoon, he answered K’s every beck and call, pushing around his “driving bed” (a mini playpen on wheels), and trying to feed him chocolate cake. It all came to a screeching halt when J decided to challenge the dog to a race while pushing K. After being properly berated for disobeying me J said, “Come on, K.  Let’s go to my room.  I think we’re grounded.”