Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell

Last night Kelly and I volunteered for clean-up after Ian’s school’s fall festival. It was going to be a late(r) night, so we asked her folks if Ian could spend the night.

Did I mention that we live in St. Louis?

Kelly and I got home just in time for the ninth inning. We were in bed, listening to the game on the radio. With that final strike, Kelly turned to me. ‘If Ian wasn’t awake before, he sure is now.’

I’m not sure when Ian finally got to bed. I’m not sure I want to know.

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