My daughter looked out the car window at the cows and screamed, “Mommy, that have fat black deer here!”
Yes, I sort of hate me too.
Poor baby fell asleep in the cart.
Yup, I have my teeny tiny allen wrench ready.
Where I was less than 24 hours after arriving at our new location. Some things never change.
Nintendo? Don’t you want to send us some games or something? On the plane all the other passengers were impressed with how well behaved the kids were and thought they should hand those Nintendos out at the gate to every flying child.
In spite of all evidence to the contrary, Nintendo did not sponsor this trip. We are like a living, breathing advertisment for them.