Bernadette
clocks Isaiah with her small cloth bag and he starts crying. Overblown,
right? Then I found the chunk of sculpted marble in the offending
purse. Ouch.
You
wonder why they sell so many sizes of hammers and then you're on a
ladder hitting a nail and you think, "I could really use a smaller
hammer here."
Isaiah:"Let's pretend we're boxes of Legos on a train."
Isaiah:"Let's pretend we're boxes of Legos on a train."
Digging potatoes is a treasure hunt.
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