Lately, the only thing less likely than us sitting down to eat at the table is all three of us sitting down to eat at the table together. So, when Scrappy showed up on a Wednesday and it just so happened that I had left the office at the same time as LV and there was something in the fridge that could be made in a hurry, it was like the planets had aligned and someone had muttered the proper chant. LV dropped his bag, walked over to pick up Scrappy, and dinner was ready to hit the table by the time they walked in the door. It was too perfect. Then the little one decided she was just going to chew the carrots but not actually ever swallow them. And life was back to normal.
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