We spend our weekends working on the (Denise: &^%$# Dwayne: beautiful) walls and staircases. Really. Every single weekend. Piper has the most endearing self-appointed job of getting Daddy lunch—two yogurts, a spoon, and some fruit. She takes it very seriously.
If I can take a moment to say that, currently, Piper’s endearing habits are much fewer than her infuriating ones. That’s neither here nor there for you, the reader, but it’s making a big difference in the pleasantness of my days.
Once he has had his lunch, Daddisaurus needs dessert, preferably a plant-eater.
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