Things collected on the walk to take bother to the bus stop:
One bottle rocket stick
A tiny metal washer
A tiny metal nut
A rubber screw cap
One soda bottle cap
In response to why he was picking up trash off the street (hoping the answer was to throw it away) “this is my treasure, I’m a pirate so I can say booty”.
Alrighty then.
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Photo by Christy Mayer Photography she always seems to catch my devils being angelic.
Turns out one man’s trash is definitely a little boy’s treasure.
Cute! My 5 year-old just informed me that only the baby has a booty. Not really sure about that one and didn't want to ask!
ReplyDeleteThey ARE angels...........Mr. G ALWAYS waits till everything is quiet to whisper" "Christy, I lovvvvvvveeeee you.......... :)
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