Happiness is on the next to the last day or, as Jake so loves to point out the, penultimate day of school your parents take you to a minor league ball game. There you get to eat cotton candy, have some french fries, go squirrel hunting, and cap it all off with watching fireworks.
So yes it was a late night and a school night at that, but really is there anything as useless as the last day of school?
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Is it just me, or in spite of the blue beaard, does Max look older in this pic? More likely I've not noticed the passing of time, but still - can't they invent a "pause" buttom for the whole growing up thing?
He does look older. My baby is growing up.
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