The title is apropos in two ways: it was a short guy's night out and it was a guy's night out with mini-guys.
We've been sick all week. All 4 of us. In order to try and give mom a brief respite from the madness and allow her to soak her toes in the healing bubbles of a hot bath, Sam, Pete and I went to the grocery and to get yogurt. Nothing especially memorable or fun about the outing to mention, though it ended up being both memorable and fun. I should leave work at 4 more often.
As Sam polished off his chocolate yogurt with gummy bears in it and Pete meandered around us, occasionally opening his mouth like a baby bird would for a worm--only Pete was in search of a chocolate yogurt-covered gummy bear--the song that came on at the yogurt place was Seu Jorge. It's how Sam learned to say "fim de semana." Speaking of which....is it fim de semana yet? Almost. Thankfully.
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