The more sour the face…?
Who doesn’t like to watch someone get a good case of sour face? I know I do! Last weekend we had a day of exploring, photos, and playing at the lake. Along the way, we came a cross these beautiful grapes. Since many bunches were starting to drop, we thought they might be ripe. Wrong.
I ate the first one. Poker-Face. Of course, in my
kind, eagerness to share evil doings as a dad, I passed the next one to Davin. Yep.
That’s funny. Right? Well, Sicily thought so too. So naturally, she had to eat one for laughing at him.
So, at the end of the day, there was no wine. But the day was as
sour sweet as I am my family. If you’re reading this post and can’t see strikethroughs…you’re missing it.