Oh to be three again. I got a good chuckle as I caught sight of Dean and his friend, Jordan, comparing their bandaid-covered battle wounds today. Isn't a bandaid on the knee like the epitome of a child this age? Especially boys, it seems. Anyhow, they ever-so-proudly wear those bandaids like merit badges.
I wish my boys' "say cheese" face was as lovely as Jordan's. Mine look mad. Little punks.
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