The three of us were laying in bed last night when I asked Chooch to tell us a story.
“Ok um….I’mma put Daddy in the microwave, cut him with knife, eat him with a fork,” Chooch story-told with no hesitation. Naturally, he and I erupted into delirious giggles, hiccups eventually plaguing Chooch.
Henry didn’t laugh. Instead, he exasperatedly wiped his hand over his exhausted face and sighed, “This. This is why I’m not taking any part in finding him a school. That’s all on you.”
And of course, that only made Chooch and me laugh harder, until Henry ultimately left the bedroom and went downstairs.