You guys. I’m gonna fucking cry, again.
My lil bro is sleeping over today and we were just in the middle of cooking, making meatballs. I was like “okay now is the fun part, we get to smush the meat with our hands” and he goes
“The fun part is that we’re doing it together”
I just told my husband in a VERY DISTRESSED tone that I stepped on a slug on my way back inside and I was barefoot and traumatized and he said to me
“RODRIGO??? DID YOU STEP ON RODRIGO?”