Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
Super-cute. Cute on wheels I said on the comments there. Well-done!
Marko brings young Quinn by to visit at work a couple of times a week. My biggest fear is that he's going to grow up thinking my name is "Crazy Gun Store Lady," as in: "Look, Quinn! It's Crazy Gun Store Lady!" or "Wave bye-bye to Crazy Gun Store Lady."I'm biding my time 'til he gets verbal, at which point I'll selflessly offer free babysitting services (solely for the purpose of planting corrective propoganda in his little noggin.) :p
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