Monday, October 6

Summer Leftovers

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.

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