Saturday, November 20, 2004


So I'm standing in the kitchen, making dinner, enjoying the semi-peaceful end of the first day of snow, when I turn around and ...
There stands the Boy.
Buckass naked.
Wrapped in scotch tape.
B: "I'm a mummy!"
Me: "W-wow."
B: "Did I scare the pants off ya?"
Me: "Mmm. Definitely."

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