And tell Dad to be normal.
Bringing Evan over tonight. Please be nice. I really like him.
I laughed.
My husband, Daniel, was sitting at the kitchen table trying to fix the loose handle on one of our cabinets.
“Maya says you’re supposed to be normal tonight.”
He glanced up. “That’s a lot of pressure.”
“Apparently she’s bringing home a boy.”
“That’s a lot of pressure.”
Daniel stopped turning the screwdriver.
“A boy?” He gave me a look. “I’m going to ask for his tax returns.”
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