Of course, a trip to the beach is not complete without ice cream.
Oh Marcus.
Before the top of the ice cream was eaten, he bit his cone. Not just one bit, but several, in a perfect line down the middle, from top to bottom. Maybe we should have left him at the lake.
Before the top of the ice cream was eaten, he bit his cone. Not just one bit, but several, in a perfect line down the middle, from top to bottom. Maybe we should have left him at the lake.
Of course, this chocolate ice cream mess got them talking about other brown disgusting things. Before I knew it they were all laughing out of control with potty humor. Josh drove with a straight face, normally the one most annoyed with those jokes.
Funny though, when I got them calmed down, he "accidentally" hit the rumble strips... and one of the kids said "Moby tootered! hahahahaha!!!!"
I saw that smirk, honey.
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