Dean:You know what do you call a lost wolf? Random person on his way: Dean: a where-wolf! Baron [hiding from Dean]:*Tries to stop a hysterical laugh * Random person on his way:it’s not even fun- Baron:*fails* Dean:
Beethoven’s favorite fruit? Babe? Babe?” Shane called, giggling behind me.
“Come on sweetheart answer the question.”
I tried my best not to laugh as we
steered down an aisle in our nearby grocery store a few hours before our
families were due over for dinner. I was a nervous wreck but Shane was in the
most relaxed state ever.