Here’s hoping the gifts have survived this long
When my oldest son was three, I was glad I didn’t give him a bike for Christmas. The first bike I had got taken apart and reassembled at least a hundred times before it just […]
When my oldest son was three, I was glad I didn’t give him a bike for Christmas. The first bike I had got taken apart and reassembled at least a hundred times before it just […]
When my oldest son was three, I was glad I didn’t give him a bike for Christmas. The first bike I had got taken apart and reassembled at least a hundred times before it just […]
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