Last week my oldest son asked for help to carve a piece of wood. I see why he asked for help. My stubborn, lazy bones didn't want to get a different tool, and so the knife got me. After a call into Daddy, I met him on the soccer field with suture supplies telling him, "It's not that bad, maybe we could just tape and splint it."
He disagreed.
L is for Loser
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