My Name Is…

After dinner, Isabella and I made a trip to Target. We were there for about 45 minutes. Got home, put her to bed and made a trip to the bathroom only to realize I had been wearing a name tag on my back that Isabella put there at dinner.


No wonder the Indian couple behind me in line were pointing.

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