Sure enough, I go downstairs and their is Z-man chomping away on a partially eaten, partially garbaged apple. He had ZERO cares in the world as he watched a show and ate the nasty thing. Sometimes I wish that I was that complacent with life that I had not a care in the world and ate apples out of garbages. Sweet, I should take some calming cues from him. Love this little man of mine.
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