Wednesday, October 17
Ok.
So last night Ezra, my four-year-old son, asks me to help get this stuffed duck out of the pine tree in front of our student apartment. I throw a broom up into the tree, and it is slung back into my face, popping me next to the eyeball. We're talking 16 stitches! Now I need to find a shirt that says "My name is not Luka."
So last night Ezra, my four-year-old son, asks me to help get this stuffed duck out of the pine tree in front of our student apartment. I throw a broom up into the tree, and it is slung back into my face, popping me next to the eyeball. We're talking 16 stitches! Now I need to find a shirt that says "My name is not Luka."
