But look at his little face. He was happy. Not much I won't do to make Peter happy.
WHAT OF IT?
Sadly, none of us paint. At all. But I think Abe harbors secret dreams. I recently heard of someone hosting a Bob Ross painting party. I may have to follow suit for Abe's next birthday.
To me it just meant that George had been there. Although, I do admit these creations stumped me. What had he been trying to create? The ones without the plastic sliverware resembled jet packs he'd made in the past. But no, I was later informed they were all boats.
And while I'm gushing over my children... Bethany is a little workhorse this week. She's not big into having her picture taken these days.
...Set down the microphone and walk away...
I don't know that I relate particularly well with teenagers... I fear I'm rather an old fogey in a young(ish) body, but I sure do enjoy them and their energy and senses of humor. I appreciate that the teenagers' friends are always good to have the younger kids hanging out and participating.