Last night, my husband had a hankerin’ for pastry, so I made a run to Publix and got him a couple of almond bear claws (and some ice cream for me, but that’s not part of the story) The Perfect child[sup]TM[/sup] was at work and wasn’t due home till 10:30 or so.
He ate one of them, and before going to bed, he put a note on the container:
I came home at lunch to find an empty container and another note taped over the first one:
I have two things to say.
- I’m glad she’s not twins.
- Can I come live with one of you?? PLEASE?!?!?