Bransonland
I didn't really spend any time at all in the kitchen, but the picture looks like I was working hard.
That's Jack riding with me. It's hard to see him because for some reason, I thought I needed to strike a street walker pose, and obscure his face with my bosom.
Take note of the sassy PaPa and Grandma shirts they are sporting. Hot.
(Just kidding you two, I am so thankful to have people in our life willing to wear such a thing. But let's limit their wearing to Silver Dollar City.)
They like goats in Musura. They actually head butted each other after this picture. Jack won, 'cause he's a bad ass.
The next two pictures show what happens when you take my city slicker children out in the country. They fall. A lot.
