Zachary and I had our first fight.
It was over the disputed ownership of a cheesestick.
It is hard to say who wanted it more, the newly minted toddler, or the nursing mother of the newly minted toddler.
There was wrangling.
There was negogiating.
There was a gaping shriek in which his mouth opened so wide there was nothing left of his face.
He was placated with the wrapper and a few bits. I was placated with the rest of the slightly mangled cheesestick.
That all our future disputes should be so swiftly and satisfactorily concluded.
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I'd like to speak to you about the denim on denim action going on in those pictures on fliker.... where i come from we call that a canadian tuxedo... and no, that's not a compliment ;)
Oh my god. I know. Do you know, the offender (ehem) changed his clothes before I got home? SO I WOULDN'T KNOW ABOUT THE CHILD ABUSE.
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