A little boy is playing outside. It is Fall. The air is crisp. He runs. He climbs a tree. He gets warm. He carelessly discards his fleece vest. His mommy? She’s a little weird. She sees this and she thinks, “ART!”
A little boy is playing outside. It is Fall. The air is crisp. He runs. He climbs a tree. He gets warm. He carelessly discards his fleece vest. His mommy? She’s a little weird. She sees this and she thinks, “ART!”