Grandma Diane came down for dinner tonight. She stayed a while, and when it was time to go, she helped Andy clean up the basement. Shawn and I helped too. We had our backs turned for a while.
When we turned around Diane was gingerly chewing something orange in her mouth. She said, "Andy and I are having some snacks."
Her grandson had reached into a tub of "Pupcorn" and was sharing a doggy treat with his unsuspecting grandmother. They both had orange teeth and bacon breath.
I need to record these things before they disappear.
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