So tonight we're at the store and Dingo is begging for a TV dinner. I had said they could have TV dinners but my ear started hurting like it has been all week and I told them we needed to go to the after-hours clinic and I didn't want buy anything frozen that would have to sit in the car. So Dingo starts talking a blue streak explaining why it won't melt and anyway I promised and we won't be at the clinic too long and even if it does melt we're just going to cook it anyway and...and...and... I finally told him ok, exasperated, and said to Jesse, "I've never SEEN anyone who can talk so much," to which Jesse replied, "Yeah, he's like a 7 year-old Joe Biden."
(Oh, and I do have fluid in my ear and my eustachian tube is blocked, but it's not infected, so I'm just using Afrin and decongestants, if you were wondering how that turned out.)
(Oh, and I do have fluid in my ear and my eustachian tube is blocked, but it's not infected, so I'm just using Afrin and decongestants, if you were wondering how that turned out.)