Big E was sitting on the couch this evening nursing his leg. I’m not exactly sure what happened, but he was complaining that it was sore.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to sleep tonight!” He moaned from the living room.
Without missing a beat and with pizza shoved in his mouth, Baby E looked over his shoulder and said, “You know, you should drink some alcohol.”
No. No, Baby E. That is not the answer!