In the fall, we visited our local pumpkin patch to make scarecrows, walk the corn maze at night with flashlights and have a fire with some great friends. When I asked our friend if they had "real" washrooms, he said yes. As we rounded the corner I exclaimed "these aren't real!" (b/c they were portapotties). Hank, I guess listening to me, opens the door to the first one and says "nope, they're not real" and slams it closed again.
Anxiously awaiting the birth of their son (baby Kai):
1 comment:
Love your anecdotes! Beautiful photos, Char. I love the b&w so much, but the blue in the jeans just pops, too.
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