Bossing the Boss
Me and Erin were sipping our tea as our big little baby in his crib was beginning to stir. There was a moment of eye contact between us, acknowledging we both heard his moan. Yet we continued to sip from our cups as if we were completely uninterested in the forty some year old guy in the onesie. ‘Where do you want to go after this?’ Erin said. ‘O god. Somewhere warm please.’ I answered. ‘Florida maybe?’ Erin asked. ‘I think I got a request for Florida lined up.’ ‘Maybe,...