I like relaxing just as much as the next guy, but time after time, I'm reminded, what's the point? You see, I live with a short person that breaks something, made of glass, on average, 30 times a day. I'm exaggerating, but it feels that way.In the past few days, Kaleb has smashed into a million pieces the following items. Those being a picture frame, a gum ball machine, straight from the north pole, glass candle holders on the mantle, that were pulled down along with everything else, a tiny snowglobe (purchased by gabby from the dollar store) and a glass holding my mimosa this new years morning. These are only the things that I can recall in my frustrated state. I know there are others. Not one of these things were broken on purpose. Kaleb just has a gift.
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