If everything goes according to plan, I'll see him on Thursday.
I know. It's rough duty, but somebody's gotta do it!
OH sure. Rub it in. I'm gettin' mighty sick of hearing about YOU YOU YOU getting to hold the boy all the time. So? I'm moving in with Nana so I can hold him everyday.
Let's not say a word to her about this, OK? Uh......I think I'll just, oh, show up at the door with suitcases, sewing machineS, dog, Brad, fabrics, etc., in hand. Gulp. I'm thinking I'm not going. No. I take it back. Uh uh. This message will self-destruct in 5 seconds.