Under normal circumstances, I'm not posting a memorial day post.
We might have the day off but nothing worth posting about.
This year wasn't dramatically different, though we did meet a few friends for a picnic and playtime by the creek.
They were plopped on the rocks, looking for fish.
Abram had big hopes for not only spotting a fish but getting one.
without a fishing pole.
but simply with Dad's bare hands.
Can I tell you? Dad did not come through.
Bad Dad. Sigh.
My boy was devastated and downright mad at Dad.
How DARE he not catch a fish in his bare hands?? Seriously.
See the disappointment on his poor little grubby face?!?!
He could. not. believe. Daddy. didn't. do. it. insert dramatic sad voice here:(
Sometimes, we just can't give him everything he wants. and it isn't pretty!
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