Said by me to Ben today, "Well, if you wouldn't pick your butt, you wouldn't get poop on your hands".
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
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My father used to play with my brother and me in the yard. Mother would come out and say, "You’re tearing up the grass." "We’re not raising grass," my dad would reply, "we’re raising boys." –Harmon Killebrew
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About Me
- Kari
- I am a stay at home mom to three little boys (or buoys as they are called around here) Will, Ben, and Sam and wife to Brian.
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