The following is an actual conversation that happened in my house today.
Mr. R: I need a job where they pay me to stay away from people.
Me: A hermit. You could be a hermit.
Mr. R: Nah. Hermits are smelly.
We sit and ponder for a moment.
Mr. R: I wanna be an ogre. Ogres are mean. I don’t want people to stay away because I’m smelly. I want them to stay away because they’re afraid I’ll eat them.
All of that to say, if you know of any ogre positions available, Mr. R might be looking to change careers.
Adventures in Date Night 
Lol😝
The man’s a riot!
Isn’t that the most wonderful thing, P?
We’re lucky girls! ❤
Yes ma’am!
tell him to not ever grow up !!… it’s a trap!!
Hahaha!