Bows and Arrows
Grandpa Robert came by to visit this past weekend and brought each of the boys a bow with three arrows. Grayson’s first words were, “Yeah! Now I can shoot Mommy and Daddy!” Oh my. Luckily, they were redirected to practicing on targets, not people. I noticed yesterday that after they made their beds before school, the bows and arrows were placed carefully across the quilts.
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