It seems that my jokes work on some folks. ;) Mr. L just sprayed our living room floor with OJ (=orange juice) due to something funny I said (he was drinking OJ at the same time as I opened my mouth).
Now, we have a nice sticky floor and a son (i.e. James) who’s hiding in the bedroom. The poor baby was traumatized by the sudden OJ outburst, he even got a little OJ on his back. :)
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