After soccer and a TON of yardwork,
we headed to Uncle Tom's for his
first cookout of the season.
Paw fixed this boy right up!
He's our burger baby!
Eatin' it up!
Crammin' it in...
Mmmmmnnn...it's good!
Never mind that he spent a good portion of the
day smackin' Zoe around. The little brat,
he'd grab a handful of her blondie-blonde curls
so she couldn't move and then smack away with
the other hand! UGH!
(We're sorry Zo!)
Being in trouble must make a feller hungry.
HANDS ARE NOT FOR HITTING, ISAAC!!!!
OH, YEAH...all this after he decides to take
a walk around the block on his own.
I caught him before he got very far BUT
he did end up in the neighbor's yard with
his wheelbarrow in his bare feet.
I'm packing him back so my hands are full
and he's having a meltdown and he boxes my ears!
Pawpaw saved his little fat life!
It's a good thing Paw intervened
because momma was gonna hand down
some SERIOUS swats...
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