Reporting back. As promised.
I'm sitting here feeding Luke but can hear the odd wail from the bedroom. As I'm wondering how long it will take for this situation to play itself out, in walks Greg carrying Joseph in his arms. Response time: good, possibly even better than average. Looks promising.
Greg walks over to the couch, sets Joseph down, and stands up to take a few deep, exaggerated breathes while holding his stomach. Ok, not so good.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
I just look over and say Greg. Whatever you do. Do NOT yack on our son.
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Shared this with Mr. Miller. His response, "niiice"
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haha, I love this!! Gotta love our husbands!
Awesome... You are such a good wife!
Well?? Did he?? That would be a good story for poor Joseph when he grows up. Jay is absolutely useless when he has gone out drinking, so I know just how you felt this night. Have YOU gotten a night out yet?!??
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