And doodling.
Alot of doodling.
Clint was the organizer.
I stopped by to take pictures on my way home.
Craft night, Clinton style.
I trained that boy good.
They're good kids.
Holy kids?
And engage in deep, meaningful conversation. Such as -
Tessa, in amazement to Jesse, "You read the atlas in the bathroom?"
"Yeah, you might not know this, coming from a family of all girls like you do, but us guys? We read in the bathroom."
Or, "How did you know that answer?"
"I once dressed up for a science class, in like, a costume. I attached basketballs to both of my hands and walked into the room with my arms stretched out, hands facing down. The teacher wanted to know what I was. I told her I was fallopian tubes."
Or, and I found this fascinating, "Three countries in Europe that start with A? That would be Andorra, Austria and Albania."
I totally mocked him regarding Andorra. I'd never heard of it. Thus, there couldn't possibly such a place.
Andorra. Check it out.
I've been humbled.
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