My stepkids would ask where we were going, and I'd always say "Hell in a handbasket." One day the oldest one asked where we were going and the middle one said (and oh boy did I cringe when he opened his mouth to give my answer!) "Ham in a handbasket!" I'm so glad that he listens to me, but not that well!
So...did we ever decide on a time to get together Saturday?
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This is exactly the sort of thing that keeps us from killing them.
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So...did we ever decide on a time to get together Saturday?
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