Building Boys Bulletin 8-10-20

On choosing battles

My kitchen was filled with the detritus of my boys’ lives.

On the table, right where I usually sit to eat my cereal: my 14 year old son’s riding helmet and goggles.

On the floor: His chest protector and riding boots.

On the counter: Yamalube oil and a bunch of empty cardboard boxes. (We’re not the only ones getting a lot of deliveries these days, right?)

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