Leaving the house is always a risk for me. I come home to things like Haley trying to make cookies. The flour started to fly, and she reached over to turn it off, only to hit it with her hand and turned it on high. Yep.
And, when Haley's supposed to be watching Matt, I come home and find him lopped over in the chair.
I may never leave this house again.
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