Today when we went to pick him up (after having a lovely lunch of Indian food and then spending the afternoon at the Frist), we were met at the door by Ms. Dee. She said, "Oh! We love having John here. He is so mannerly and obedient."
If this happens again -- even one time -- then I'm taking him out.
Because clearly, they don't even know which one is my child.
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