days. he's a trooper. he makes his dad do silly things. like climb in crates. he wanted to see if i could fit in there with them. not a chance in hell. stephen and i have a hard enough time not killing eachother on the boat/floats, and by killing i mean we can't not throw things like hammers, rusty nails, rubber bands and pitch
forks. the crates are just not gonna cut it.
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