I was kicking a soccer ball back and forth with Fenn. He decided to toss it up in the air and kick it. . . Me, "Oh, your getting tricky now?" Fenn (in a very, that was stupid question tone), "Yeah! I'm your son."
These blogs were started as a journal for Fenn & Hazel. I will record all their little pearls of wisdom and the things that crack us up. We will print them out once a year so they will have them forever.
