bk took the kids at around 6 tonight. b and i were in the middle of refining some chocolate (but not ready to pour) and left when they did to go get some omelet stuff at whole foods. right about the time we got back and started dinner (7.06) i got a phone call from bk. all i could hear in the background was 'renzo screaming bloody murder. bk didn't answer right away when i asked what was wrong and this caused my heart to skip a few beats. when he answered that 'renzo woke up screaming and he didn't know why, i didn't feel much better. bring him home now. "that's why i was calling." i still don't know what the hell happened but apparently he woke up from a nap and was inconsolable and bk couldn't hang so he brought him home to me. i hope he felt like a useless ass. and i'm glad he didn't question me when i told him to bring him directly home.
and by the way, your boca burger is showing you douche bag. of course he was making fun of you.
and by the way, your boca burger is showing you douche bag. of course he was making fun of you.