Monday, August 5, 2019

Shut the Door

Austin had a wrap and a glass of tea in his hands and was heading upstairs.
Me: Don’t forget to lock the front door when you get a chance.
[It’s a bear to latch ever since I added insulation around the door.]
Austin, indicating his food: I’m not going to do it right now. My hands are full.
Me: I’m just telling you. So I can yell at you tomorrow if you don’t get the door shut.
Guess what I get to do when Austin gets home.

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