Like any proud father, I shamelessly brag up my kids. My two oldest boys and my baby bear (little girl in the car) found and hauled these decorative granite rocks up and out of nearby river bed and into the Mits. ([sniff] which I traded a few months ago for an old Chevy 3/4 ton 4×4 truck) and then into Mama’s flower bed. It was a feat that earned them the term of endearment “monsters of rock” by their father. They were giants on this day in my eyes.
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Wow
Who showed you that cool place?
I like rocks too.
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