Grandma took the boys to the park and an artist had set up his easel and was trying to paint the scenery. Trey ran back and forth in front of him so much that Max finally called him over to sit down away from the poor guy.
Trey wailed, "He didn't even have a chance to paint my picture!"
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Chris announced as we drove home, "I wish we didn't live on Odysea."
"Really?" I asked in surprise. "Where do you want to live?"
"On an airplane!"
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