Today whilst perusing the meat cabinet in Foodtown, a butcher walked past Ethan and I. Ethan turned and checked him out, turned to me and said “Momma, that man is a meat technician”. As the shoppers around us giggled and then stared (pics to follow) I said, “yes son, he is a meat technician”. I was actually yelling in my head ‘WTF, WHERE DOES HE GET THIS FROM??’
His new obsession is tattoos, and with the help of his markers he has been practising on himself for two days now (again I am yelling in my head the above statement, although I can totally relate this time);
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