So, the stupidity is not isolated to just me. Several weeks ago my husband Scott was home with Chris during the week as he battled yet another daycare germ fest. While home a man came to the door trying to sell magazines. Scott held Chris in his arms and Scott described to me that the man kept staring back between Chris and Scott as he was talking. Eventually, he asked Scott if Chris was his son, to which he replied yes. The man then gave a surprised look and entered into a dialogue with Scott about how Chris must of been adopted, because he didn't look like him. And then he wanted to know why Scott wouldn't buy $35 worth of magazines. Brilliant.
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