So Xavier goes to the grocery store last night and comes home with 30 different kinds of organic chocolate. This morning, Mo and Ryan and I pile it all on the counter so we could point and laugh. X says: "You know, wanting to choke certain people makes my blood pressure go up."
Yesterday, he was looking for the chunk of organic chocolate and couldn’t find it. He was in a PANIC. When he found it, he said, "Hey, I don’t like people moving my stuff." What people would that be, dear? (Oh, we are having SUCH a good time at his expense.)