Here's Topher playing with his bristle blocks in the kitchen. While I was getting dinner ready, he was just busy playing with his toys, having a grand time. Then he stood up and I noticed something wasn't right...
Topher had a loose string on his jeans, and he managed to get that string caught in between two bristle blocks, so the blocks were just hanging from his pants. And he LOVED it. i tried to take it off, and he freaked out. He was very impressed with how well-endowed he was suddenly looking, and he wanted to show it off.
Boys will be boys.
And here's another picture. Not of Topher fortunately. This is Chris' bloody sock after he ran in the PF Chang half marathon yesterday. Chris pretty much never grabs the camera to take a picture of anything unless it is a giant poop, or an overflowing bottle of urine. So in staying with Chris' obsession with body fluids, he snapped a pic of his owie foot. Considering my husband just barely trained for the event, I think his time of 2 hours and 8 minutes is pretty great. Congratulations husband- though you are gross, you are pretty dang awesome. Same goes for you son.
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