My second born is turning 15 this week. It should be easy to reconcile that with my current age of 24, but I still look at birthdays with a strange combination of joy and existential dread.
He gets all the joy, though. But his dinner request was Friendly's, which is fine except the only one left in this town has terrible service. (Let's all wait 40 minutes to get your order messed up anyway) I'm going to try to convince him to do takeout. I'll let you know how it works.
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