March 31, 2016

Eric and I sat talking about everything under the sun during and after dinner. Lord, that man can talk. He did, however, only float around the topic of Bug, though I can tell he's excited about it. Aaron told me yesterday that there's only one other baby in town, Rick's daughter, and she was nearly a year old when they were brought in. No itty bitty's until now.

But he did say that I should tell him or Aaron right away if I start having any cravings so they can get whatever I need. Even chocolate. Because they have chocolate here.

The night was going wonderfully until Aaron burst through the front door with a split lip and the makings of a black eye. Eric immediately went into mother hen mode, asking what happened and who did it.

He was the closest thing I've ever seen to dumbfounded when Aaron said it was Daryl.