I'm not a braggy person. I don't talk about how smart I am (very), how clean my house is (extremely), or how incredible my homemade bread is (WOW!!!!!). It's just not something I do. (Not these days--I wasn't so restrained in Junior and Senior High, for which I am profusely sorry to any I may have stomped on in my quest for self-confidence. Mea Culpa.)
But here's where for once I'm going to exceed the limits of my normal modest self: my boys, who are spectacular examples of youthful American masculinity. Seriously fabulous people in progress here.
We just returned from our very first pack meeting for cub scouts--whoo-hoo to the triceratops in act one! Such presence, such poise, such a great mask! Great work, Jobe!
And if you like showstoppers, get a load of this pair:
That's our Tiny Tiger. Cute and cuddly on the outside, growly and fierce on the inside.
So thanks for enduring me while I bragged a bit. I'll return to normal programming in just a moment.
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