You’d think I would’ve been annoyed to see Bubba, in light of all this, but I wasn’t. I practically lit up the moment I saw his tiny blond head at my back door. I shoved my TV dinner in the fridge for later, and tried not to laugh when I realized the reason he kept sneaking to the back door, rather than the front, was probably because his daddy wouldn’t see him orchestrate his evil plots. Like this was a covert mission.
