A brief glimpse into the daily happenings of a 6-year-old, his new baby brother and his family.

Friday, June 20, 2008


Yesterday, while returning from the swimming pool, we had to stop at a train crossing. As I slowed down, I mumbled under my breath something about waiting for a train with $4 a gallon gas in the tank. From the backseat, I hear:

B: Awww, crap. A train.

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