Sunday morning, I was awoken by Evan at the crack of 11:00 AM and told to stay in bed. "Go brush your teeth or whatever, Dad, and then get back in bed and read something. But don't come downstairs!" Considering I had sworn it was my turn to get up with the kids, I didn't argue. I didn't mumble, even.
Now, I ain't no dummy. It was a week before
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