Some pictures that didn't fit in anywhere else.
Attempting to toss a pie.
Just hangin' with the Mayor A.C. Wharton.
The story here is that Frank said he was sore and asked Phoebe for a massage. Phoebe said she'd do it for a dime. Frank got his massage, paid the dime and then later snuck into Phoebe's room and stole it back. He said the massage wasn't any good and ended up giving her a nickel. She wrote off the other 5 cents as the cost of doing business with little brothers.
A turtle that we found in the front yard.
Story time.
Monday, October 6
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