Here is Royce, mastering the water fountain…
Bryson (affectionately known as “Cripple”) had his cast taken off today and his arm was X-ray’d. Not only did it smell, but it wasn’t healed yet. 3 more weeks. This time it is green. But now the joke is that he doesn’t have any friends to sign it. HA!
No, they all have friends – at church and in the neighborhood.
And then there is THE cat. The previous owners had 3 cats and ‘accidently’ left one. It keeps getting in the garage and other places. The other day it got in the garage as I was cleaning it and went up stairs and hid. Merritt was in there with me. I said, “That’s it. I am going to KILL that cat!” and I pulled out a pocket knife and went up stairs. Merritt yelled, “Dad, wait! I want to watch you kill the cat!” Where did the innocence go?