The Blow Gun Hunters
Dad’s home at 4. That means an ENTIRE night of lizard hunting!
And when it got too dark, they just brought the guns inside and practiced there. Because, of course.
Yeah. That’s my three year old celebrating her newfound ability to stick blow darts into cardboard. He’s turning her into a real life country girl.
And I’m sure you’re next, Mater.
But better than that, he’s going to teach you all he can about the Lord.
So write it down, Sister.
So write it down, Sister.
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