On many recent weekends, the boys have gone looking for their friend Henry D., only to scurry home after about 60 seconds with the bad news, “He’s rock climbing.” This has happened so often that “rock climbing” has become shorthand for getting cheated out of hanging out with a friend.
So, this past weekend, when Henry D. invited the boys to come with him, they jumped at (read: were brutally cajoled into taking 😌) the opportunity—and they did great! Here are a couple of quick pics courtesy of Henry’s dad David:
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Looks fun!
-b