“Dad, what’s for dinner?” Logan asked.
Good grief. Every single night. I don’t know! What does it say on the menu?
“I’m going to make Stouffers,” I said, in what I thought was a polite tone.
“Do I get the whole thing to myself?” he asked.
“No, it’ll be you and Ethan,” I said.
“Not if I don’t wake him from his beautiful sleep.”
- 9 November 2017
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