Last night, post bath time, I was wrestling a semi-wet toddler into his pajamas when I heard the front door slam and a loud voice announce "Mooooooom. We got a package!" Here's what awaited me in the living room.
Yeah. That was Joe. He opened the door and accepted a package naked. Wearing part of an old piñata for a hat. I haven't told his father. I'm sure he'll be horrified when he reads this post.
Don't worry about a thing Mr. Howell. Rest assured that I have everything under control when you're not there. Trust me.
olive juice, okay?
emily
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