It turns out that this blog is a well organized way to maintain the many memories Ariel and I and the six people we whipped up in our spare time make daily. This is our life, the good, the bad, and the ridiculous.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Patriot (a brief moment in Jonesie time)
Today Aston was running down a hill while Enzo played ball. The poor kid ran smack into the flag pole that carries the flag we all salute on opening day while the national anthem plays. He bruised both knees badly and skinned one too. My precious little boy hobbled over to me and crawled onto my lap. He rested his head on my shoulder and sobbed, "I hate America".
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