We went to my Mom and Dad's on Monday to visit and we were taking some pictures of Dalton in the Cradle that my brother and I slept in when we were little, it was hand built by my Grandfather Roy and My Uncle Hiram when my brother was born. We were having a hard time getting him not to cry and up runs big sister and kisses him on his forehead and he stopped crying then she walks away and he starts crying again and up she walks and he stops crying this process happened a dozen times and became quite comical and then she made a mad dash to the living room with Ziggy following close behind.
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