
As promised, the guys gathered tonight for some war games and crisis preparation drills. It started off with some warm ups (OK, let's see what happens if we all shoot James at point blank for 5 seconds). I knew we were in trouble when the girls (Abby and Allison have friends spending the night) said, "Uh, dad, I think they broke a bench." Of his own accord, Daniel then instigated the strict "no throwing benches" rule. (It was one of the old benches that we were going to throw away...)
I tried to take a picture of Daniel, but couldn't find him anywhere.

I think James is getting ready for tryouts for "The Jazz Singer"

We may not have a hurricane heading our way, but we certainly have our hands full.
1 comment:
"No throwing benches". . . I like that rule.
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