William has started to applaud every time I manage to park the scarily humongous Jeep we are now driving into a small space without screaming or crying. I feel he's clapping sarcastically. Is two too young fof that?
We're moving to another floor with even tinier accommodations, so I am definitely hiding a sushi roll in my cubicle wall as a fun prank on the asshole who inherits my space. It's going to smell like Death's corpse up in this bitch.