Oct 312012
I was just telling Henry who I would want to help me raise Chooch in the event of Henry’s death. (And by that I mostly mean “fill my man void.”)
“Who would you want to help you with Chooch if I died?” I asked.
“Uh, I wouldn’t NEED help raising him,” Henry said, reminding me in one short sentence that he’s basically both parents to Chooch already. It’s nice to know that Henry wouldn’t be too crippled by grief and loss. No need to send any casseroles, ladies!
And if you could’ve seen that frown…
Aw man, I can’t believe you didn’t get a picture of the frown.
I know! I’m totally slacking.