This afternoon, on the phone with Daniel. He just finished telling me that Wesley’s Nana Tami and Papa Dave have taken him to the music store and wouldn’t be home when I got home from work:
Me: “Awh dang. Well… hm. I guess I can… partition my milk in peace?”
Me: “Thrilling, right? I didn’t get as much today as I usually do.”
Daniel: “Awh. We can have oatmeal for breakfast tomorrow.”
Regardless whether it helps or not, I just love that he knew to offer.