Day Fifteen Hundred and Fifty-Seven

The Bench

Oh yeah, look what my Daddy made us.

See here, this is my new bench.

I get to sit on it whenever I want. And Whitacre can too. 

But only if I say so.

Now Dad just needs to finish staining the table and screwing the top on because I need somewhere to (watch my parents) eat on Christmas Day. Good job Dadada! You're so handy. Handsome too. And you let me crawl around with no pants on and I like that about you too.