Seriously, I've always wanted to throw a tomahawk......of course when I'm throwing it I'm imagining I'm all kinds of awesome and coordinated so I look really cool doing it. Perhaps even in some awesome superhero garb? Hmmmm, maybe some things are best left in the imagination! So all in all a super fantastic, super tired because someone was checking every 10 minutes to see if I was awake yet, day!
Buddy wants to call it the "wheel of siracha", I would like to call it the "wheel of pain"! Thank goodness for dads....
They're always good for a few laughs....
Mom's are for nurturing and dad's are for torturing, isn't that how the saying goes?
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