My son. My little bottomless pit. It seems every time I turn around, he is scouring the pantry shelves or searching the refrigerator doors for something to eat.
Rain, rain, go away.
Poor Blondie. Usually an ever-present sidekick to my daughter, she's been left inside while the kids splash in the rain puddles and run through the showers.
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