Evan found the penny bucket in Grandma and Grandpa's coat closet. He emptied hundreds, if not thousands of them. Or at least it felt like it as we cleaned them up and found them in every crack and crevice. It was fun once...poor kid was immediately stopped every other time he started to play in them. Why is it that when they find something super fun to do, it is often something we are only willing to let happen once? Usually because it makes for a fun story or picture, or both.
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