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LiftOff

We launched a rocket.  Foos wanted it for her birthday, Seth did all of the work – the whole endeavor was filled with daddy-daughter magic.  But the magic, like most magic, was short lived. Immediately after the launch Foos was bitten by an angry ant, broke out in hives. She spent the rest of her evening reclined on our bed, crying, and fighting the urge to scratch.  At least we will always have this photo.

 

 

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