Tonight, Ryanne was sitting on my lap at Aunt Owly's house. She shoved her feet between my legs and Uncle Bwent's. She got stuck. She lost her shoe. She looked him square in the eye.
"Move your damn legs so I can get my damn shoe."
I was certain I was going to pop a vein trying not to laugh. Tears running down my cheeks.
Chrys asked if I was volunteering to go to the first parent-teacher conference. I told him I felt we needed to present a united front.
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