Final minutes of summer
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Bedtime injuries
Only at night you say?
Toe Dip
You’re either in or out….
That’s mine
Ghoster Coaster
No, she did not say that.
Tastes like farts…
So that’s what it tastes like.
Yeeehaaaaa!
A boy, his bike and a hill. Magic.
The Art of Dad 