Max is sitting on the floor in the little cubby between the La-Z-Grrl and the couch. He is play his DS. I am not sure why he’s sitting there because sometimes I don’t like to ask questions. He’s humming to himself.
“Look Aunt Jodi,” he says. The only thing visible from my vantage point is his hand wagging a can of Spaghettios. “I found lunch!”
“Sweet.”
“What do you want me to do with them?” he asks.
“Here, I’ll take them.”
“No, that’s okay. I’ll put them back in the Spaghettio storage facility under the couch.”
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“He is play his DS.”
I is read your website.
I is like new verb tense.
You’re a mean, mean man.