When there is a major traffic back-up on a night we both already had to work late (he had a two hour drive home),
Why even bother attempting to make dinner?
When they can ignore fast food and play with toys at the table for half an hour.
"It's gucky."
Good Boy.
Well, good boy until you show up in our bedroom at 2:30 in the morning wanting Doc Oc's arms reattached. Argh.
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Wonderful hats, guys. Every once in a while "fast food" is good:)
While I feel bad for you for being awakened at 2:30 a.m., it's great that Ben is willing to come downstairs at that hour, alone, to find you to help with his emergency. Not afraid, cool.
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