I can't figure out why Aaron can do any old menial task, take mowing the lawn for example, and the boys scramble to follow his every step; meanwhile, I knock myself out taking the boys on little excursions--this week we went bowling together and I even took them to Trafalga (aka Crazyland)--and yet the boys think I'm as much fun as a wet blanket. Sorry boys, I guess you're stuck with boring old me.
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