While I was visiting Minnesota a couple of weeks ago, I called home to ask Mensa Boy a question.
Nate answered the phone.
"Hi! This is your mother. Is Dad around?"
"Yes. But currently he is conducting a transaction with a kid at the front door."
Last night I came home from an appointment right at 6 p.m. It was suppertime. I had no idea what to have. I didn't feel like going back out to pick up something.
"I'm not sure what we should have for supper. Any ideas?"
"Well, there is still a pizza in the freezer, unless you were thinking we should eat in unanimity."
das my boy....
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