My best poetry yet…




Tristan David is all growing up as his old man is falling more appropriately into that category. He told me that he was hoping that their would be a lot of girls there. Hardee har for a 3 year old and all. After we got there, I don’t think he was too pleased with his teacher…but I caught a glimpse of him smiling as I left.

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