We swung by a local used book shop, the one place my husband would prefer to avoid. He said, "Here, Anna-Kate, come here and let's pretend to read. Your mom will think it's heart warming and take our picture." And I did. That's why she's laughing, because they are just posing. Anyway, we left with a stack of books, obviously. He didn't find one book in that whole store he wanted to take home. Pft. I don't get it either.
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