Luke is like that old saying--when he's good, he's very, very good and he's bad he's horrid. Luckily, this evening was a good moment. He ate four helpings of pasta, then thanked me profusely for the meal. Then he said "Did we get this at Giant Eagle? I'm going to write them a letter saying thank you for selling us this yummy pasta."
Suck up.
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