Andrew started looking particularly nervous so I was saying how we were safe, we were going to be okay, on and on.
He looked pitiful and said, "Yeah but are we going to get to eat dinner?!?"
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well, the boy has his priorities straight! It is scary to worry about eating. I'm proud of you for being brave. Not an easy thing to do when you have three little guys, a dog and a cat in your charge.
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