In their genes

Pardon the dark blurry photos. It was dusk,
and I know nothing about photography,
much to my everlasting chagrin.

The kids whooped it up last night.

I don’t even think they saw the post I did of their Papa. This craziness must just be a part of their chromosomal make-up.

What is it with stuffing clothing with blankets and pillows?

Do all children do this?

That’s a whompin’ big load, honey child. Four years ago if you looked like that I would’ve been racing to get you into the nearest bathtub.

In a helpless fit of laughter…

And that’s all for now, folks!

Good night!


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