David asked me to buy 12 packs of sausage so he could mix them with his venison and make bratwurst. When I was putting package after package of sausage in the cart at the grocery store Colt said, "Mom! Why are you getting so many? You need to leave some for everyone else. You need to always share!"
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Waiting for David at the gas station: "Mom, where is Dad? I'm ready to ROLL THESE WHEELS!"
