Let me describe the scene. Sara is sitting on a picnic bench that is used to block Henry from falling off of the porch, trying on her new pair of shoes from Rack Room. Quinn is watching. The ceramic, nameless dog by the door is watching. Henry is running around naked, albeit for his little brown cow shoes, sticking one hand in a pot of dirt and the other crotchwise.
And I'm taking pictures.
*giggles*
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