Apparently I'm getting a little too comfortable at the Cs house. Momma C was working late, so I was helping G get all four of the kids dinners plated. As he was distributing the feast, in an attempt to be helpful, I headed to the kitchen for the oft requested red condiment that is a great accompaniment to the french fry.
"I'll get the ketchup, sweetie." I said.
I have no recollection of using that term of endearment, but I wouldn't put it past me. G and I had a good laugh about it later, but I can't wait to hear what kind of ribbing I get from P when he tells her!
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