Next time we go out of town, guess who’s staying with Foster…
YES. Except: no! I live with a scratch animal, and has your dog even been to north Brooklyn?* So: guess who’s staying with Foster at Chez La Vida Lusha? Don’t worry: I’ll replace any Bakers I take. Or do the old “futile, sad attempt to fool the parents” trick and fill it with apple juice.
*This is my new euphamism for “Williamsburg” until I move. Get used to it.

