And this is why.
I should have known something was up. We were in the home stretch, it was almost bedtime and I was taking a few minutes to clean up the apartment when I suddenly realized Nathan was being suspiciously quiet. When I called him over, I discovered the chair was not the only victim.
It's just a chair, nothing a little elbow grease and a half bottle of Resolve couldn't take care of. And it's hard to stay mad when someone flashes those dimples.
I did find it ironic however that this is the book Nathan chose to read when we finally did make it to bedtime.
Guilty conscience??
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