OK, OK, who did it? Fess up! Once again you got me. Not toy soldiers this time hiding out in unlikely spots.
It wasn't the Oregon grands. I can check off the Minnesotans. The Kentuckians were only here on web cam--not them. That leaves the Utahans.
I know it wouldn't be ERic or David--the dads--never them! Polly and Jill are certainly capable of such a prank . . . I can't rule them out. Certainly not Danny, his little arms aren't long enough and besides he was busy upchucking Easter candy. That leaves Clever Christopher and Even-Cleverer Clay as well as Dexterous Dave riding the high-tide of successfully picking Duke to win and then of course there's Griffin--he just might be a Jesting Griffin and fool me.
On closer examination of Grandpa David's Belgian pheasant, this is what I saw.
In case you need help--there is an iridescent yellow egg nested beneath our Belgian souvenir.
On second thought, maybe it was one of the dads.
Its always a challenge to hang out with Parkinsons who also have Hunter genes for fooling around.
Maybe, there are also such genes to be found in Taylors and Wilsons and I've been --
Fooled once again.
clever, clever, clever.
Got GramME.
You made my day while I endure one more week of upheaval till floor installation day--
Monday, April 12th.
Harmless Humor Rules.
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We have a confession.
"Christopher is laughing wickedly and claims responsibility for this one!"
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