Dade: I cut my finger in wood shop class today.
Me: Really? How did you do that?
Dade: I was digging in the marker box.
This is one of only many strange and hilarious conversations I've had with my first born son. Turns out there was a pair of scissors in said marker box, but I didn't expect a marker box to be the culprit in a wood shop injury.
The following photo is of Dade eating his favorite food is his signature way: fearlessly and without regret. Funny, though. I thought he ordered the large donut??
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