Summer: “Did you enjoy the frittata? I made it with organic herbs and free run eggs. Your spatula was kind of filthy so I bought you a new oven.”

Kids: “Dad, is this our new mom?”

Summer: “Of course not! I’m just here to help your father through a rough patch, because heaven knows where your birth mother is, what and who she is doing. But I don’t judge.” 

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