Friday afternoon I'm walking Thing 1 home from the bus stop and asking the standard 'so what did you do today in school?'. Well, he says, I got married!
Uh, say again?
He then proudly shows me a plastic ring with the word "love" on it that he's wearing.
You didn't kiss her, did you?
Yup - when the teacher was in the supply closet.
His father's genes are already causing me problems...
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