Cuter

Sam visited me at work again yesterday, and was perhaps even cuter than last time. He sat in one of our fancy work chairs (dwarfed by it), and ate his dinner while I worked, then we went for a walk where he kept waving at people. This was a walk inside, as it was way below freezing outside. To show our middle-class credentials, he had spaghetti bolognese made with buffalo, which is a weak way of allowing me to showcase the only joke I know about buffaloes (best read in a Dudley accent):

What’s the difference between a buffalo and a bison?

You can’t wash your hands in a buffalo.