The day before his surgery, The Boy ended every request with because it might be the last time you ever (fill in the blank).
His solo conversation went something like:
- Would you make me a mini pie because it might be the last time you ever make one for me.
- You'd better kiss me goodnight because it might be the last time you ever get to do that.
- I need to pet the furbabies because it might be the last time I ever get to do that.
There are some things you just don't joke about. I would hate to have to wear his ring like this for the rest of my life.
I love The Boy...but he's pretty lucky I didn't kill him.
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