This here bringer of the pooper to the fun party

With my first born

Leta and I got dressed up and attended a Mother’s Day brunch at Jon’s mother’s home with the ladies on his side of the family. We had a lovely afternoon, and while we were eating we were joking around about kids and DNA and how every time you go to procreate you’re really just pulling the arm on a slot machine. And I was like, “Yup! And mine came up ARMSTRONG! ARMSTRONG! ARMSTRONG!”

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