And I kid you not... he looks right at me in utter amazement and says, "We have another silverware drawer??"
A couple days later, Reagan can't find her sunglasses. I suggest she look in the sunglasses drawer.
And I kid you not.... she looks right at me in utter amazement and says, "We have a sunglasses drawer???"
We have lived in this house since June! (I realize this statement would pack a lot more punch if I could say we've lived in this house for 10 years but this is what I have to work with.)
If something happens to me, someone please come over here with a label-maker, uncurl Ryan from the fetal position, and help a man out. Please. Don't let my work be in vain.