Plan B

[Sunday morning. The Jeffcoats are getting ready for church.]

Me: I merely mention this to make conversation, but it is so cold in here I might actually die.

Tim: Really? That’s sad.

Me: Yes. And then what will you do?

Tim: I will try and suckle Henry myself.

Me: [long pause] Oh. Well, that’s… Lucky Henry.

He doesn't love Daddy that much.

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