Big loves to help me cook, clean, etc. Granted, he usually makes a bigger mess than the one I'm trying to clean, but at least he tries. Eventually I'll make it to where he will be a quality husband someday.
So tonight he is helping me sweep: read- distributing my freshly swept pile all around the kitchen...and he stops and hops onto the broom and proceeds to tell me, "this is how witches ride!"
He followed this by a 5 minute story of how he can't fly in the house because of the ceiling, so we talked about taking the broom outside for a spin. Luckily, he knows it's cold outside and dark, so I don't have to explain why his broom won't actually fly, at least for today. Maybe tomorrow, or 'maraso' as Big would say.
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