The Hanging Dinosaur

Sometimes, I wander through my house, and ask stupid rhetorical questions.

Like, why is there a dinosaur on a hanger, hanging off the ironing board?

The answer is, boys live here.  These things happen.  You have to deal with it.

This entry was posted on Tuesday, January 19th, 2016 at 12:18 am and is filed under Children.
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