Yesterday was the last weekday of the world's most perfect teenager's Easter break. The consequence of this was that he needed to go to bed at midnight yesterday and I will wake him at 9 a.m. today. That this found fertile soil is stretching the truth.
The offspring's goodnight hug yesterday was a bit strained to say the least. Unlike YMD's normally great response when I wake him up, today I can expect him to still be mad as a hornet.
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