Guard dog

Tyrant’s friend Dane originally bought this shirt for Chuck and I have no idea how it ended up in Marlo’s wardrobe, but there it is.

Last night my niece babysat the kids while I went to a concert, and this morning Marlo was still in this shirt. When I turned on her light she stood up in her bed and yelled, “I STHLEPT IN MY CLOTHES!” Yes, Marlo. Welcome to your twenties.