Recently Seth came up to me holding one of my barrettes. You know the kind that springs open when you squeeze one end of it. He asks me, "Do you have any more of these?"
"Ummmm...I don't think so," I answer, wondering to myself what this imposter has done with my real husband. "Why?"
"Because if we have two then we can use them as catapults to fling stuff at each other."
Thank goodness. Aliens haven't invaded Seth's body after all. (And by "we" I assume he meant himself and Elena - not us)
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