Last night after dinner, I was trying to decide what bit of sweetness I wanted to end my meal with. A small square of chocolate? A Girl Scout cookies? One of the leftover cupcakes that my mom made the other day?
I opted for a small piece of chocolate, but I must have been looking longingly at the cupcakes because Ryan came up to me, patted my arm and said, "Go ahead and have a cupcake, Mom. You a deserve it."
I hope I can count on Wesley to play angel to Ryan's devil.
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