He announced he was sick, and Dan said it was too much Little Debbie.
Except he hadn't eaten any.
Kari said you might get diabetes from too much Little Debbie, but not a fever. He slept.
At one point I suggested maybe he wanted to go downstairs where the others were playing Legos and rest on that couch. He said no. I ventured it might be more fun than hanging out with the ladies.
He said, "What's wrong with the ladies?"
Nothing. He turned over and went to sleep.
Julia, that's a funny picture.
Love, Mom
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