A week back I had the privilege to spend the day with my boys. It was a fabulously warm spring day. The sun was out early and the weather perfect. It was one of those days that just leads its self to an impromptu silly string fight.
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Gregory shook up the can and fired away.
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He felt the need to include his baby too. Brendan was covered by the end.
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But I helped them both defend my youngest while I ambushed my oldest.
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