Julian had put Aislinn to bed and then he had helped his mother put Jaida to bed as well. Then he made his way into the kitchen where Joe was fastidiously cleaning out the fridge because something in the back smelled slightly questionable. "Dad, can I talk to you?" Julian asked, climbing onto a stool at the high. He immediately began fiddling with a piece of fruit he plucked from the bowl and when he looked down he noticed it was a banana. Stupid phallic, distracting fruit. Quickly, he put it back... read more
