Me to Lucy: "Put your underwear back on and stop spitting on me."
Henry to me: "I ate all of my lunch. Now I can have my chocolate caramel cookie bar."
(Referring to the Twix bar he got from a birthday party that he had been begging me for since 9 a.m. which had completely melted from being handled by his sweaty little fingers.)
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That first comment used to mean the date was OVER. Now it means something else - ahh, parenthood.
And when you add the mention of 250 guinea pigs, in a different context this blog would be First Dates Gone Wrong.
"Chocolate caramel cookie bar" sounds far more delicious than "twix." You should contact the Mars Corporation.
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