So you're a foundling, a son of Jack and Florence by another mother and father. You have too many secrets, Barry. By the way, is Barry a Jewish name? Ask Jack about that.
Found you in the woods, did they? The gentle, humble CPA and his beloved Frau brought the wee babe in from the cold, to raise as their own? You have magic lighting your way, good sir. Magic.
Is the need to say "that's too much food" in our genes? My grandmother used to say it all the time, and an older friend now says it. I don't know anyone else who does that.
Very clever, burying that Melissa dig ("I didn't say she cleaned our house") in the middle, where you think she won't see it. Oops, did I say that out loud?
So you're a foundling, a son of Jack and Florence by another mother and father. You have too many secrets, Barry. By the way, is Barry a Jewish name? Ask Jack about that.
Found you in the woods, did they? The gentle, humble CPA and his beloved Frau brought the wee babe in from the cold, to raise as their own? You have magic lighting your way, good sir. Magic.
And through the fog, the mutual love is apparent.
So you were brought to Jack and Florence by a pack of wolves. Dropped on by the door and they raised you? Ach, I can't eat all this, and so it goes.
Is the need to say "that's too much food" in our genes? My grandmother used to say it all the time, and an older friend now says it. I don't know anyone else who does that.
Very clever, burying that Melissa dig ("I didn't say she cleaned our house") in the middle, where you think she won't see it. Oops, did I say that out loud?