How Ian gets out of the dog house

Ian and I are arguing on the phone while he is driving home from work.  He walks in the door with a glass jar and says:  “I brought home a spider.”

Me: “YAY!! What kind? Let me see!”

Ian: (cracking up) “You are such a science teacher.”

😉

 

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