




As I was sitting with The Boy for his nighttime snack, I wasn't really paying much attention to him until he looked down at his left hand and asked, "Doing hand?"
As if his hands had a mind of their own. Well- maybe they do. I guess he must get that from his dad.
By the way, The Man's hands aren't the only thing on him that has a mind of their own...
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