Then after the Vikings won on Sunday (thanks to Whit wearing his lucky fleece), he was all giggles...until we had to tell him that now the only way he and mommy were going to make it to Australia was in daddy's suitcase. Being the literal boy that he is, he hopped in and found a corner in which to stow away. We nestled a Camel Back of formula and some noodles nearby, and he was set for the 24-hour voyage.
You take the good, you take the bad.
10 years ago
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