What The Big Kids Do
Earlier, when my husband got home from working out, he went in to take a shower so we could leave to go pick up our 50 lb bucket of grain from The Bread Of Life, and he was taking a decidedly long time.
I went to get ready to go myself and heard an uncharacteristically deep voice in the boys room.
Further investigation found my husband, still in his workout clothes, sitting on the floor with a pile of Lego’s between his two sprawled out legs. I walked past, got all ready to go, walked past again, talked on the phone, then walked past again, this time peeking my head in so he could see me.
He paused when he noticed me standing there, then said, “Oh… sorry”.
He’s still in there playing right now. It’s been 2 hours.
My husband is just a big kid. Seriously. I know a lot of women say this, but…
I’m pretty sure I’ve married the biggest kid out of them all.
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