Skipping stones is stepping stones

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Today, I taught my son how to skip rocks down at the river. I hope he had as much fun as I did.

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Becky Bean said…
You are such a good dad.
July 8, 2009 at 12:44 AM
The Reeds said…
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July 9, 2009 at 6:32 PM
The Reeds said…
Your kids are very lucky to have great parents!! I am sure he had a great time.

P.S. that was me that deleted the comment. I can't spell!
July 9, 2009 at 6:33 PM
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