We live close enough to Eric's work that he rides his bike when it's not 100% humidity. He came home today, and attempted to read the paper. He wound up reading the comics. The stuff on Jack's face is 'dried blood' from the great sofa battle that had come earlier in the day. They used brown washable markers(because we couldn't find the red) and bandaged themselves with toilet paper. Forts, explosions, dramatic death... boys.
What I do, What I love. Reclaimer of Hearth and Home @littlebirdbythebushel
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