I asked Alex today how his brother was at his doctor's appointment.
"Oh pretty good," he said. "He was a tanker!"
(My Air Force training kicks in... does he mean an air-to-air refeuler?)
"Hmm... what do you mean by that?" I ask.
"He totally tanked on a bunch of food!"
(translation: Jameson ate a lot of the food Daddy packed in the backpack!)
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