Monday, May 16, 2011

Like a moth to a flame

 
As they departed out the door, I overheard Phil say, "Deacon, Mom's not going to want you to wear those new shoes outside" and I actually said, "Oh, it's okay Honey. 'Cuz his boots are soaking wet".
When they came in, Deacon delightedly poured mud out of his shoe [onto the floor].
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