*A portrayal of life, in motion, once a week for 52 weeks* 2015
I am outmanned around here. Pink is frowned upon and our outings often consist of crashing, smashing and taking apart things.
I love it. It's never been so loud as to require head gear, though. Monster trucks that destroy cars. And cake. There was cake. We didn't get to eat it. A zilla truck engulfed it after lighting the candles with fire from its nose.
I often wonder if they'll like some of the things we plan. Then I see their eyes light up or get real big and my worries are for not.
thanking Jodi
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