One time at church he stood up on the chair, yes chair not pew we don't arrive in time for pew privileges, and no less than 14 screws fell out of his pant leg. He was ecstatic with his smuggling job.
Breakfast often looks a little something like this.
Tracie: Bo where's your spoon?
Bo:
Tracie: where is it?
Bo: looks under table looking completely confused-hand death gripping his leg
Tracie:
Madilyn: Open your jammies