Everyday Zander cracks me up. I don’t know where he comes up with half the things he says. Today he was sitting up at the bar in our kitchen drinking his milk out of a coffee cup…telling me that e drinks his coffee black because he is a man…then he says “mom…Papa’s my life.” Trying not to smile I ask him what he means. He said “Well, I tried to find a lady to marry me, but no one will…so Papa will be my life.”
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