Cutting Your Husband’s Food and Other Friendly Tasks

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….

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