Josiah: "Dad, I can't play movies in my head anymore."
Me: "what do you mean?"
J: "it keeps stop, stop, stopping... Like I have a big scratch in my head!"
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Dad: "Josiah, do you want to say something at papa's funeral?"
Josiah: "no, I get stage fright"
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Josiah: When you cry, your tears are like police men trying to get the eye bugs out.

Denver, CO
26degF and dropping, 12" of snow and rising