They make me happy in all their snag-free, unstained glory.
And although my new dishtowels have very little to do with breakfast and absolutely nothing to do with Bobcats, they are my link to understanding the enthusiasm my boys share for loud, dirty construction machinery. The connection is this: I'll never get it. Just as they will never appreciate my thrill for new linens.
It's a fuzzy analogy, but there it is.
One thing we can all agree on....Stampede Breakfast at Bobcat Calgary was GOOD!
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