My husband made dinner. That's not why it's opposite day.
He made chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese. A meal usually reserved for those nights he's out and it's just me and the Boy and LB because he doesn't worship the Blue Box, nor does he appreciate a fabulous nugget.
And the Boy, for the first time EVER went to play with a neighbor kid after school.
I'm bamboozled. I'm befuzzled. I'm so confused.
I'm not complaining, though.
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