I fall downstairs alone or in pairs and make a roboty sound.
At Thanksgiving, the boys played with (read: destroyed) slinkys at my parent’s house. While I don’t have stockings for them at my house, these make the perfect stocking stuffers. I picked some up for the boys and look forward to giving them to the guys.
Author: Samuel Kent
I'm a dad who wants to share his labor of love with the world. I also happen to be an award-winning artist and poet.
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