Remembrance of Things Past

We had a mom and her two kids — a lovely six-year-old girl and a tank of a 3-year-old boy — over for dinner. This is the note we got back the next day:

“Sorry that Benjamin broke your toilet.”

Yup. Cracked in half.

Ah, the joys of dealing with 3-year-olds. It definitely reminded me: I am too old for this shit.

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