KTMom91
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We're sitting here, calmly watching the Cal-Stanford game, when a car pulls up out front, letting out Hubby's friend D, who's a freelance artist using our garage as a studio. Miss KT looks out the door, jumps up, runs outside, and screams, "Hi, B!" thinking it's Son #2. It isn't.
However, the random strange man she just happily screamed and waved at IS named B. Both men stare at her like she's nuts, and D comes to the door asking, "How do you know B?"
Horribly embarrassed, Miss KT had to admit, "I don't. I thought he was my brother."
However, the random strange man she just happily screamed and waved at IS named B. Both men stare at her like she's nuts, and D comes to the door asking, "How do you know B?"
Horribly embarrassed, Miss KT had to admit, "I don't. I thought he was my brother."
