Andy and I were laying in bed last night and had a brief argument about how many children were currently sleeping in our house.
It was either 9 or 10.
And we had done a considerable amount of “divide and conquer” before we both collapsed together into bed.
So it was legit.
We eventually figured it out.
Dawson celebrated with this crew of sweet boys.
I’m sure they love that I think they are so sweet and so cute.
Since he’s a teenager now I guess I’m not really allowed anymore.
They transformed quickly into fierce warriors for an afternoon at the paint ball fields….
And when they all kindly told the field manager “thank you” as they left, he called Andy back and gave him an 6 free passes to come back.
He said, “No one ever tells us “thank you” anymore. We would love for you all to come back.”