A most tiny selection from a much larger collection of fire trucks, dump trucks, and caps.
A classic sign that you have a little boy living in your house. Actually, this pair is not in such rough shape as compared to some others hanging in the closet. Why, these are like new!
The legs beneath those jeans - rusty knees, bruises, and bug bites. I swear this kid gets a daily bath.
And, of course, the gifts of nature that are brought into the house on a near daily basis.
I'm the wife to a husband I probably don't deserve and mom to children I KNOW I don't deserve - living the good life on a little spot of earth in a small southern town and musing, sometimes ranting, about family, children, school, getting the back of my dress stuck in my underware in public, and other things that pop up in life. Everyone should be so blessed.
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