Saturday, November 12, 2011
Thought for the Day
It's not the running through the house naked, the fear he engenders in the cats, the quite artistic graffiti on the wall next to his coloring desk, or even the fighting position he's digging in his sandbox that worries me about Boo. It's the maniacal laughter he has while he's doing it that gets to me.
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Sounds like the boy was born to go Ranger to me.
Methinks he takes after his father.
;-)
Insanity is hereditary: You get it from your kids...
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