views the best pictures
When I was a kid my dad made my brothers and me breakfast every morning. We often didn’t get to see him much since he came home late at night, so mornings were always boy bonding times in our house (probably much to the relief of my mom who could sleep in and get ready for work without being bothered). When it got cold out he would start making us piping hot bowls of oatmeal. He would throw
No comments:
Post a Comment