Jack cracks me up with his food choices. Does he turn up his nose to 12 grain wheat bread? Not a chance. He'll have two pieces, thank you.
We transformed Jack into a space mistress, ain't he a beauty?
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Space Mistress
This post, and the few following, are long overdue, please forgive me. Mal and I, being the great sisters we are, drove to Cali and packed up the Ingram's home. One wife, one husband, two kids, and all their earthly belongings. The trip was definitely not all work, and no play, we goofed around plenty.
Jack cracks me up with his food choices. Does he turn up his nose to 12 grain wheat bread? Not a chance. He'll have two pieces, thank you.
Jack cracks me up with his food choices. Does he turn up his nose to 12 grain wheat bread? Not a chance. He'll have two pieces, thank you.
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