The guy who sat in the last available seat in this Starbucks right next to me just before a gorgeous brunette in yoga pants walked in looking for a place to sit is my new Bin Laden.
The little boy took off the oven mitt and is now wearing the 'Wet Floor' cone on his hand like a laser gun. No time to call Mom to make sure I've had the chicken pox. Already playing laser tag.
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