Went to a birthday party at our neighbors' house yesterday. Which happened to be the folks on the other side of the duplex, which is already a treat as the layout of the house is the same but the furniture is different. Kids get a kick out of that. Well, I confess, it's entertaining for me too. It's nice to see "my" house, all cleaned up and organized and well decorated.
Anyhoo, the boys came home with a better present than we took, which is just our Klassy Style, and here is Campers with the finished product:
Anyhoo, the boys came home with a better present than we took, which is just our Klassy Style, and here is Campers with the finished product:
He painted and assembled the plane himself, with a little help from Pa and a few gasps from Ma. (The paint! The glue! The carpet!)
And if you're wondering where Campers' shirt it, he had just thrown a whole cup of water on it during dinner. Why? Because some holy ghost overtook it, I guess. It wasn't *his* fault, of course not.
And if you're wondering where Campers' shirt it, he had just thrown a whole cup of water on it during dinner. Why? Because some holy ghost overtook it, I guess. It wasn't *his* fault, of course not.
