Friday, June 24, 2011

My Life, Day 6:

Perfect pool day

And when I say perfect, I mean the boys went four straight hours without fighting. This must have been a divinely ordained Summer Vacation Miracle, granted by the Virgin Mary, of course. Because she raised a boy. 

Later that night a certain eight-year-old kicked our asses in poker.

I had to buy another set of poker chips just so Wally and I can hang in the game with this kid. 
It's embarrassing, really.

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