Drew is my nine-year-old son. He's funny. His father and I have crappy memories, so I'm writing this stuff down before we forget.
23 March 2011
Capable
I was telling Drew we should take advantage of the nice day to finally spread the horse manure compost I picked up a few weeks back. "Mom, you are fully capable of spreading the horse poop around by yourself." It's good to be capable. Fully.
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