New Years Eve here is simple. Chinese takeout, a couple of movies and bed before 10pm. LOVE IT.
As we’re heading upstairs the Oliver asked Steph if he could sleep in “her” bed.
She said, “no, sleep in your own bed. You have your new bunk beds now!!!”
He said “then why does dad always get to sleep in “your” bed?”
…I’m not sure my kids understand that I’m not actually one of them.
My poor wife.
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