Sunday, August 1, 2010

Paul preps for aunt Margie's visit.

When he took off his shoes, some playground wood-chips fell out and onto the floor. "Clean up!" he sang, and ran for the dust-buster. . .

Once he figured out how to fit his fingers around the trigger, he began to wipe the remaining specks of wood-chip off his feet. . .

. . .and then he busted that dust.

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