Our maintenance man, who has a beard, came into the apartment today to change the air filter. After leaving, Reagan came up to Dessa and said, “Mommy, I wish I had a beard so I could fix that.”
I’m assuming the connection comes from his Grandpa, who also has a beard. Reagan believes he can fix anything. I’m a much more minor Mr. FixIt and am relegated to computers and minor breaks. I do not have a beard, but did at one time so this may be why I can fix anything at all.
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now THAT is precious!
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