The family is buckled up in the car and we’re ready to do a little grocery shopping. Typically I lean over and give Aline a little peck before we head out.
She leans in, turns her head and says: It hurts to look at you.
Good thing I don’t take it personally as her neck has been giving her pains recently. We’ve been joking about how we’re like a couple of seniors lately.
One dark night the Gruffalo’s child disobeys her father’s warnings and ventures out into the snow.
