Thursday, August 6, 2015

In which Primo croaks out, "Laura!" and I do not come with soup

I am used to fighting with Primo when he returns from his mom and dad's but we also had a fight when he got back from his birthday ski trip with his best friend. The ski trip was great, but Primo caught a cold on the way home and was in full-press Man Cold Whine by his return. (Thanks again to Rubi for bringing that video into my life.)

I had to leave for a work trip the next day.

Primo: But who's going to wait on me and bring me soup?

Me: I don't know. Nobody waits on me when I get sick.

Primo: But it's different for me! I'm a man!

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