Every night, we have a nice, family dinner.
After dinner, however, the monkeys are off in a million different directions.
Real Man and I usually sit and chat about our day, at this point, as during dinner, there are four different conversations going on at any time, as the monkeys chatter away.
Normally, Tiny goes with the big kids, as always, eager to be a part of whatever it is they might be doing.
Friday night, however, Tiny decided to hang with us, and climbed into the chair next to Real Man, cup in hand, and just began to chat with his Dad.
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