Living with a Mountain Man often threatens to drive my nerves off a cliff.

Like when asks rhetorical questions and then stares at Javi as the child stumbles over words trying to figure out the right answer. Or when I'm supposed to alert him to my every whereabout but he can come and go as he pleases. Or how he gives me the stink eye when I cut an overly large slice of chocolate cream roll. (Totally when he does that.)

But there's a side of my MM that's too good to dream up. Like when he wears bunny ears or a Pippi Longstocking wig or dresses up as Santa or does an interpretive ADHD dance.

(And how he does lots of housework and plenty of childwork ... but I don't want to tell you that lest he earn your sympathy.)

But today's reason is one I found on my camera last night. Behold:

Yeah. I'm keeping him.

***This post is part of Wordful Wednesday and Wayback When-esday.***


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