Two moments of pure magic happened this morning as we were getting ready for the day:
First, Jack and I (Scot) were sitting at the bar eating breakfast when Denise made one of her rare pre-7 am appearances. She notified me that we did not have any orange juice. I replied that I knew that and that I wouldn't miss it this morning. Jack immediately pipes in with the following gem. "Dad, she means that she want's you to go to the store and buy more orange juice." Since when does my seven-year old (a) understand women better than I do and (b) translate his mother's speaking in tongues?
Second, Denise asked Jack to go get two Capri Sun drinks out of the garage fridge for he and Olivia's lunch. Jack responded with, "What do you think I am, your butler!" I almost fell out of my chair laughing.
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