During a routine visit from the Schwan's man, I left Justin at the front door while I went to fetch my checkbook. I returned to find Justin leaving the room and the man at the door in stitches. When I gave him a quizzical look (being thankful that he had been laughing instead of crying) he said,
"Your son asked me if I liked my job and then told me that, 'Sometimes my parents have a hard time handling me.'"You don't know the half of it.
- 26 May 2006
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