Dinner in our home: Usually Ron doesn't get home until around 6 or 6:30. The kids are starving by then so I hold them off as long as possible and feed them usually around 5:30. Well tonight Ron got home just as the kids were finishing off their plates. He helped them clear their plates and they rushed out the back door to play outside while Ron and I sat down to eat. We hadn't even taken 2 bites when we heard CRASH! I stayed at the table and chuckled a little knowing that some glass had broken and guessing it was a bedroom window. We found this:
About a week prior to this incident our vines fell down on the back side of the house. I'm guessing this isn't the first time Mason has kicked the ball at the house. He just miscalculated the protection the vines provide to his bedroom window. Haha Oh well at least I'm married to a handy man that fixed the window himself and saved us a few dollars.
The guilty soccer ball:
(besides Mason of course)
How can I be mad at these adorable monsters?
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