That pile of stuff behind her is the mountain of dirt, pine needles, and tiny rocks that fell through the grid. As you can imagine from the size of that pile, Justin has sifted a, pardon my language, shit-ton of rock.
On Sunday afternoon me and June ventured to Target. She wanted to read Go, Dog, Go in the car on the way home. I handed it to her, got in my seat, turned around, and she was sitting like this. I don't know what it is about the crossed leg that makes me feel like she looks so grown up. I love this girl to pieces.
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