I never miss out on an opportunity to make fun of Jennifer. Last night, she comes downstairs to get Chloe to do some of her homework, which includes reading “Ramona Quimby, age 8.”
She says “Chloe, have you read your stroller, yet?”
After much laughter (mostly from Ainsley, Chloe and I) she heads upstairs where she grabs a box of cereal that was left on the table and promptly heads into the bathroom with it.
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