This is just a random day in San Antonio when my parents and I were hanging out and working in the yard. Can't you tell what a great helper I am? Seriously....I should be paid for this kind of activity.
Love you,
Ben
This is how I would walk up to the front porch and then crawl up to go up the step. My parents love this, because I honestly can't go over any kind of change in contour. Meaning, if I'm walking from the sidewalk to the grass....a relatively simple task, right? I would go right up to the grass, stop and crawl over to get on the grass. Very strange. Yes, I believe my mom says it's the freak gene that slipped from my Big P to me. Just kidding.
Like my TShirt?
I'm over it now. Can I please go inside and cool down?
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