Evidence that Sam has picked up on my neurotic need to be organized:
He eats his food from right to left; nice and neat, never in a rush. We’ve been trying to use his intelligence to our favour to teach him how to make us gin & tonics but he can never get it straight. Marc says it’s because he has no thumbs and can’t reach the freezer for the ice.
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You crack me up!