"Mom, Deacon's poking sticks into dad's car!"
"Deacon, why are you poking sticks into the car?"
"It's not my fault, mom," Deacon tells me.
"Do you see these arms?" he asks, holding his arms up. "Jesus gave me these arms. And the bones inside of them make me do things I shouldn't do."
Tuesday, June 19, 2012
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