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For Jackson...rocks are just too hard to pass up...each one is perfect and special....to him...while on our fall adventure he had to stop and pick up rocks constantly...it was then mine and Eric's job to hold them...occasionally...we would toss some when he wasn't looking....and somehow...he knew...he chose each and every rock for a reason....because they were special to him...he brought them home and put them in his lock box...yep..it locks...so no one can touch them...he once paid me a dollar to babysit them...I thought...wow...he's gonna be a great dad...then his friend came over...and they smashed the rocks with hammers.....
For Jackson...rocks are just too hard to pass up...each one is perfect and special....to him...while on our fall adventure he had to stop and pick up rocks constantly...it was then mine and Eric's job to hold them...occasionally...we would toss some when he wasn't looking....and somehow...he knew...he chose each and every rock for a reason....because they were special to him...he brought them home and put them in his lock box...yep..it locks...so no one can touch them...he once paid me a dollar to babysit them...I thought...wow...he's gonna be a great dad...then his friend came over...and they smashed the rocks with hammers.....
