God help me. I'm home with the flu and Jakob is channeling Jimmy Hendrix and I have my adopted son over who every 3 minutes says he's hungry.
I say "GO HOME! YOU'VE GOT FOOD THERE I'M POSITIVE."
He's still here.
And I'm popping advil like we're facing a chemical famine.
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