My good friend Stacia brought over her boys on Sunday to hang out for a couple of hours, including three-year-old Beck who very meekly asked Marlo to accompany him to the playhouse in the backyard. But Marlo was busy managing her truck stop OR SOMETHING and shut him down not so very elegantly. There is a part of me that is like, please keep this up until you are at least 30. And then another part that is like, dude. It’s not like he’s asking for a down payment. Come on.
