Last week, while our apartment was a sweltering 90 degrees, I got up to go to the bathroom as I do about 12 times a night. As I passed the boys bedroom I looked in and saw his naked little body, face down on the floor, arms and legs spread wide. I stopped to make sure he was breathing, which he was, so I smiled to myself and went on my way. The image gets better and better.
While we wait for your arrival, your brother learns to read and your dad has decided to be amish.
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