
Something about this picture makes me smile which sounds weird since I look kind of mad and am holding a giant knife as I stare down my 1 year old son. That's my gardening knife. Best weeding tool ever. And it has waterproof matches and fishing line in the handle if it gets crazy. I can't quite remember what was happening. I do remember him running into the street and eating things he shouldn't have over and over. I think he was testing me. Waiting for me to let my guard down so he could do it again, and I guess I'm just letting him know that Dad's will is absolute around here. Mostly just in the garage and in the yard and around the van. Marnie is in charge of tables and pretty glass jars and inside kinds of things. It also makes me feel kind of proud that Jake even tried to match my glare. Little punk.
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"pretty glass jars"? really? That's what I'm in charge of?
This post makes me laugh. And Marn, it's ok to be in charge of pretty glass jars. I'm in charge of those. And everything else, including living people. :)
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