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I think Philip might be pregnant.
He came home from work just a few minutes ago, and he's already dressed and heading back out for a craving. What is the craving, you ask? Cheese. Specifically, he wants those little pre-cut cubes of cheddar cheese, and he likes the store brand.
I ate a few cubes of cheese a couple of nights ago at bedtime, and he snacked on them with me. I noticed him eating them again after that. Then last night, I saw him grab a string cheese. I guess I got him hooked on cheese lately, but he said that the string cheese last night wasn't nearly as good. He explained to me as he tied his shoes just now that the craving for cubed cheese was so strong that he almost went out to buy some earlier today after his testing.
Cheese. Silly boy. ;-)
I ate a few cubes of cheese a couple of nights ago at bedtime, and he snacked on them with me. I noticed him eating them again after that. Then last night, I saw him grab a string cheese. I guess I got him hooked on cheese lately, but he said that the string cheese last night wasn't nearly as good. He explained to me as he tied his shoes just now that the craving for cubed cheese was so strong that he almost went out to buy some earlier today after his testing.
Cheese. Silly boy. ;-)