Last night I had a terrifying dream. I dreamed that a moose broke into our house and started wrecking everything. Booker got in its way and somehow got caught up in its antlers. Amidst all the chaos, I was yelling at Clark to go find the camera and starting snapping pictures. It was going to be the greatest blog ever- the time Booker got moose-attacked.
I'm such a terrible mother.
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