At the dinner table last night, over a batch of hot taco soup Brennan argued with me over the fact that I told him he had two arms.
No, you have two arms.
Aliens have three arms.
Brennan has two.
After complete distress, we agreed that he could grow a third.
I'd like another as well.
Then we put another offer in on the best house we've seen so far.
Then the scout master's computer broke.
Then our realtor called us to say there are multiple offers.
So we made another offer.
And went to sleep feeling like we were going to ace our final exam.
And slept like babies.
For the first time in a month.
And so did the kids.
It's gonna be a great day.