The Trunks turn to host an evening of unrequited deliciousity. Lasagna was the main course. Dunja followed the recipe to great acclaim. Yuula was well behaved but I still make Isobella cry. It was our third go-around so the subject matter was a bit more risqué, the conversational equivalent of putting out on the third date. Topic whores. We learned that there are talks of the male equivalent of the Le Leche League in the works. Jordan and I agreed to attend with every intention to bring it down from the inside. We discussed how we would hope to approach the birds and bees with our kids. I expressed my more immediate concern with her incontinence. We touched on dolphin torture, bee stings and the potent power of a dog ear skunked. We promised ourselves we'd leave before 1am this time. We got out at 12:30.
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