Last Saturday Bruce was cleaning out the garage, and he found a little snake in there. (I don't know what kind it was. It didn't appear to be a garden snake.) He picked the thing up by the tail and brought it around for everyone to look at. Then he walked over to the woods near our house, accompanied by a few of our children, to set the snake free. Bruce put the snake on the ground, and Justice (the 2 year old) immediately stomped on it as hard as he could. "Justice! What did you do that for?" says Bruce. "I have to kill it!" says my mighty hunter of a son.
Last Tuesday, we let the kids stay up a bit on the late side to have a bonfire in our backyard. Ross asked if he could have some Mountain Dew. I said no, because it was too close to bedtime. To which Ross replies "That's what pull-ups are for!"
BTW, I'm glad that I don't live in Galveston TX today! I feel for you all down there! I'll toss up a few prayers on your behalf.
Storytime: Breaking Bones - When I was in third grade, I wanted nothing more than to break a bone. I didn't care if it was a foot, leg, wrist, or arm--I just wanted an injury that wou...
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