As the 4 of us were driving home from Bible School tonight, the following conversation took place:
Chase: There's that place Nonnie goes!
Mom: Where?
Chase: That place right there!
Daddy: (joking) The physical therapy place or the liquor store?
Cole: THE LIQUOR STORE!!!
Daddy: What do they sell there?
Cole: Licorice, Dad!
(And, just for the record...Nonnie has never stepped foot into the liquor store!) Ha ha!
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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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