My son came home from synagogue, from morning services. I was sitting at the computer, not quite ready to run out to work, because it is still only 8:05 AM.
He asked me if I have a conference at Sarah’s school.
He told me that he hoped I didn’t.
Then he apologized and said I looked very nice.
In fact, I look much nicer in the shirt than he used to.
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