Don’t ask

Kids are unpredictable things, and life never runs exactly like an episode of ‘Leave it to Beaver’ at our house. So when you come home expecting to find your son bathed and in his pyjamas, quietly eating dinner, and instead find him racing around practically naked, you learn not to ask too many questions.

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