Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Brush My Teeth

Austin came in with an egg and a cup of coffee.
Me: I should get up too. Brush my teeth, throw together breakfast, get dressed.
Austin: Nah.
Me: Brush my teeth at least. I don't want them to look like yours.
Austin: Mine look great. They're in a cup downstairs. They're fantastic.

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