The kids can say amazing things sometimes — hilarious things that make me laugh until my belly hurts. Take tonight, for example. We’re watching the end of the Buckeyes Rose Bowl victory and playing with Play-Doh, when Jack yells, top of his lungs, “GO BUCKEYES! LOOK AT MY MEATBALL!” which he had just rolled himself. It was a pretty good meatball, by the way.
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Jack’s meatball prowess obviously originated in Charleston at Leonora’s! Dad and Jan