So, I cut his roast chicken. Into little square edibles. When I looked up, he wore a puzzled expression, a little worried but seriously amused.
I drew my eyes back down to where mangled bits of poultry lay in a pile on my husband’s plate.
“Hmmm,” he commented. “Maybe you need a day off.”
It’s crazy the things you don’t anticipate when you begin a family.
All the forewarned preparation in the world can’t compensate for….