I made the topping.
I accidentally broke the spatula...sorry mom
We had a good ol' BBQ
My grandpa came down from Portland to spend the day with us.
Sarah liked the fruit salad a little too much.
At the end of dinner who gets put on clean up duty? Me, the youngest child always has to do the dirty work. I call it DISCRIMINATION! Some day I'll revolt.
This is our gangsta' face.This is our thinka' face, I actually look like this when do my math....except I'm probably thinking about something totally different:)
Hope you all had a great day with your dads.
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Hey, tell me what's going on in that head of yours...