I forgot the *best* part about the basement rocket.
(Grandma, prepare to be mortified.)
After it had fallen over about 278 times (not.even.kidding.),
Seth announced,
"Mommy, let's get this crap off the top of the rocket."
Sorry, but I couldn't help but laugh.
Heartily.
Behind his back.
Ah.... he's growing up.
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