Through the years of cleaning out The Boy's (Jameson) pockets before washing them, I've found all kinds of things. But the other day beats them all...an open container of fry sauce. Seriously? Like you never know when you're going to run on to some fries and need it?
In other news, Carter FINALLY has his first tooth or at least the beginnings of one. Yay! Bring on the steak. Or fries.
3 comments:
That's a pocketful of sunshine for ya!
O.k. , so the fry sauce is just too funny! I love that kid!
I'm with The Boy. You just never know when you might happen upon some fries. I love it!
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