This is not just some game. And this stick is no ordinary backscratcher. And these hands are not just ordinary chopstick twirlers. This is not fake. This is no music video. This my friends is life and death. Do not be fooled by my five and a half year old body into thinking that you can stand in the presence of a master. You will lose that bet. And not even get a fortune cookie.
kung fu graham-son from jacq scott on Vimeo.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 15, 2008
narrow escape
Gigi and Papa were taking this picture but then they totally froze. What we didn't realize was that there was this giant cowboy about to get us. We kept asking, "What's wrong? What's wrong?" Then we heard screaming behind us. Mommy and Daddy didn't know what to do so I (Connor) grabbed Grace, and Graham slapped Daddy on the head with the light saber that he won at the fishing pond arcade to get his attention. Just when the cowboy's hand was about to reach out and grab us (see photo), we boot-scootin' boogied out of there just as fast as a cat in a room full of rockin' chairs.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
true texan
My name may be Grace, but they call me Deadeye. And my horse's name is Buckshot. Don't mess with Texas. And don't mess with me. I once shot a babysitter dead 'cause she put my diaper on backwards. I once hog-tied my own daddy 'cause he didn't put enough chocolate sauce on my ice cream. I don't mess around. But I do make a mess.
kee-kat
i like kee-kats. We had a fun time in Arkansas with friends this summer. Daddy went to work. And we played with kee-kats. The kee-kats help keep the snakes away. Our friends' pawpaw shot a big rattler while we were there.
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