It seems like it should be pretty easy to celebrate, right? Well, we got off to a slow start thanks to some inferior gum. It is probably a bad sign when you cannot remember how old the gum was. I am fairly certain it is from two baseball seasons ago, though who knows how long it sat on a store shelf before that. It was brutal.
I had a grand vision of a picture of the three of us blowing bubbles the size of our respective heads; it was not meant to be. Spence tried first...
...without much luck. That is as far as he got. So Mark gave it try...
...and that is as far as he got. So we called in the professional...
Then the boys felt left out so they celebrated in their own way...
Did you ever know someone who actually stuck gum behind their ear to keep for future chewing? Did you ever try it? I tried it once when I was about 8 and it got stuck in my hair. It was very traumatic. Just a little cautionary tale on this hallowed holiday. Happy chewing!
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