Since Karen has not been sleeping much lately, Sprout and I have been trying to help her out. Last night, I decided to wash the crusty grill basket. Stuff was really baked on it, so I used a brush to jam charred stuff through the wire mesh. Once the basket was nice and shiny, I noticed that my technique scattered a mess all over. The conversation which followed went something like this: Me: Wow, that made a mess. Karen: Are you referring to the sink, the counter, the window, or the floor?
Earlier in the day yesterday, I left to visit my parents. While I was gone, Karen heard Marcus wake up and start crying. Then Sprout said "Marcus crying" like she often does. When Karen turned around, she saw Sprout carrying Marcus into the kitchen! At 12 lbs, he is nearly half her weight! I can only imagine what the scene looked like, but I do know how Sprout "hugs" the cats (sorry for the crappy photo, I took it with my phone).
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