Yesterday I realized that I don't post very many spontaneous anecdotes about Job, ya know our first born. I got my camera and sought him out to take a picture of him in order to get inspiration for a post just about him.me: Job? where are you?
J: in my room watching tv
me: hey, take a picture for me
J: sure (insert finger into nose without taking eyes off tv)
me: yep, you are your father's son, love you
As I leave the room, the laughter echoes through the hall. This nose picking picture doesn't even begin to describe his enormous personality, but it certainly gives you a feel of what I deal with on a daily basis. I'm sure your gag reflex may become weak as you think of all the "rolled up" boogers that have been flicked around my house. He's a connoisseur of such things. Boogers, farts, burps and the like.
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