It Happens Sometimes

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Me: “Hey… come get dinner.”

The Kids:

“You cooked dinner?”

“What’s the occasion?”

“Are you feeling okay?”

“What’s next… you’re going to tell us we’re adopted, aren’t you.”

“Not possible. I have Dad’s nose.”

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