The other day, I was up to my eyeballs in errands and tasks for the girls and church and knew I wouldn’t be able to make it by the grocery store. We needed bread so that I could make the girls sandwiches for their lunches, so I asked Wes if he could stop by the grocery store on his way home.
No problem, he said.
I had very nearly forgotten that I’d asked him to do anything when he showed up that evening at home with the bread…
… and a tub of cookie dough and a Diet Dr. Pepper. Both of which he handed to me with a flourish as he walked through the door.
Clearly, he can’t follow instructions. And clearly, he needs to be buying groceries for me EVERY week.
I think I’ll keep him.