Earlier this week we were visited by a Frenchman wearing a Bob Sanders jersey who was much more peculiar than any other Frenchman who has ever paid us a visit. He brought us bread. Turns out he was very nice and hardly spoke with any accent. Becca, George and I had a wonderful time listening to his wild stories about life in Paris. We're not sure where Owen was the whole time.
After our visitor left us, we knew just what to do with the bread. Mmm, french toast. If only our guest had arrived with syrup, too. Oh, well. C'est la vie.
The boys were floored by Rick's spell-ability.
George--aka G-point-one-four--sporting the fly pi medalion he crafted to celebrate Pi Day, March 14th (3-14, get it?).
This part of Owen's US government project highlights on our president. (By design, Mr Obama's head is not to scale.)
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