As Jack watched his Uncle Zach shooting a little in the back yard he decided that he was now big enough to handle a big boy lacrosse stick.
I promise, it is in the blood.



Sometimes owie's happen.
And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years. Abraham Lincoln
1 comment:
Hey you know what I've learned it's partially a boy thing. Sticks and balls just go together. Whatever happened with your smelly furry visitor. Love ya Tami
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