Caught in the act of wrestling! Nothing new, just more of the same.
At convention, I could hardly get Nathan to wear his rubber boots. I think he was leary of them because I pulled on a pair of boots and got stung twice by a bee of some sort who had taken up residence in my boot. Now, I can hardly get them off of him. He calls them his workboots and he wears them from first thing in the morning until late at night. He even asked to wear them to meeting last night. They are just black rubber boots but they have caught his fancy. He definitely gets onto something and won't let go, like the orange googles he wore for most of August on his forehead.
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