In the 20 minutes that Brad has been home, I’ve started the same story seven times, only to be interrupted by a child whose inquiries about dessert and underwear and books and “what are we doing on Sunday?” couldn’t possibly wait one second longer.

It’s nights like this that I’m honestly amazed we had enough time to ourselves to create the youngest two.
Good grief.

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