Then they got big. So big, I can't really compare them to food anymore.
Big enough that they could pack their stuff into over sized bags and go away on a bus for two weeks.
Eeek. I need a moment.
OK, I'm back.
I need a moment. And a sedative.
OK, I'm back.
Here's the link for you grandparent types that might want to know where A&P are spending the next 10 days. They're in Subcamp 13 (Ohio and West Virginia), Troop 1324 to be exact.
So there's the story. They were born the size of a squash, they got big and then they stepped on a bus and went away to the 100th Anniversary Boy Scout Jamboree. I'm just positively speechless.
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I would like to point out that in every single picture, Andrew is on the left!
3 comments:
I think you need a Root Beer Float, made with Captain Morgans Spiced Rum and Ben & Jerry's Cherry Garcia...you don't need a pill!
I like when Andrew is on the left. It is one of those comforting constants, like the evening news broadcasters voice, or my dad reading the paper while Jay Leno is on in the background. Andrew on the left.
Also, your kids are now the size of those freakishly huge pumpkins the big bottomed farm ladies bring to the county fair.
Teri, you, me, my deck 5:00. Be there.
Melissa, you just durn crack me up. I like it when Andrew is on the left also. It makes me feel like Rainman.
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