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“Thank y’all for watching Jason,” I said, smiling down at my son, who was deeply engrossed in the television show I’d put on for him before the girls arrived. “I feel like all I’ve done lately is ask you to watch him.”
“Well, one, that’s my job,” Jenny said.
“And, two, we love the little guy. I love that you’re having more of a life again,” Annie told me. “I don’t mind.”
“Me either.”
“I appreciate it nonetheless.” I flipped my head upside down and yanked it into a tight ponytail. Running after a two-year-old never gave me enough time to get ready. “How do I look?”
“Like you’re going to pick out bachelorette party goodies,” Annie said. “I’m so jealous about this. I am all about the penis.”
Jenny shook her head.
“You know what I mean!”
“Oh, we do,” I assured her.
“What a
