Austin & I ate out at a little diner with disposable dinnerware. I picked up the paper plates and plastic flatware.
A fork fell on the floor, so I picked it up and slipped it in my purse. Austin gave me the stink eye.
Me: This guy didn’t want to go in the trash. He wants to come home with us.
Austin: A tool. It. Is. A. Tool.
Me: Tool. You. Are. A. Tool.
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