Dumpster Diving–nature or nurture?

Really, were it not for a slight difference in pigmentation, you would swear Hansel was my natural born son.

Yesterday we drove to the dump to get rid of two chairs I had been forced to admit I would never re-upholster. Hansel heaved the chairs into the dumpster and immediately retrieved a 70s chair that he feels showcases his inner Jason Robards. Truly, I have taught that boy everything I know.

About Liz Barron

US Peace Corps Volunteer in Armenia. Permanent address in Washington DC. Deep roots in Northern Ireland and persistent Belfast accent. Blogger,cook, mother, grandma, Scrabble-player and enthusiastic world traveler.
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