Carter brought me a piece of paper and told me he needed me to write a note for him.
And then he proceeded to “lock up” our front gate.
When I asked him why he put the note on our front door instead of the gate (because, after all, our front door is inside the gate) he just rolled his eyes at me and walked off.
Sassy little butt.
Just imagine the confusion on Dillon’s face when he got home from work and saw the sign that was written by Carter, in my handwriting.