It's only noon the day after Thanksgiving and the giving of thanks is quickly fading.
A gallon of paint supposedly in storage ended up spilling all outside of the storage closet onto the mudroom floor.
The Maxster, in the mood to help, decided to windex his two foot by two foot photo I prize.
Now he looks more like the monster he can sometimes be.
Someone tell me again about raising boys.
Now, for the afternoon. Ready, set, go . . .