Cole: Mom, whatcha got cookin?
Mommy: Pork chops.
Cole: Uhhhh, I think those are called FORK chops.
How silly of me....
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In and out of weeds and dirt. Squealing, laughing, getting hurt. Arms held out for loves and hugs. Tiny fingers finding bugs. Rough and tumble, sweet and shy. Snuggling for a lullaby. Who could name the countless joys that come from raising little boys?
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