"Are you okay with me wearing this shirt with baby puke on it? I can fold up the sleeve and hide most of it."
"Yeah, fine, I have some sort of unidentifiable schmeg on my shirt too."
Had we known or even imagined it would come to this back in the days of dressing to impress one another --- we may never have gotten on the train.
It's a crazy ride. I'm glad we didn't know. I would hate to miss this.
Thank you for a fun and delicious dinner Tom and Mary!