It looks like Alex forgot for a wee second that they were being filmed, because he seemed pretty intent on propelling Scott onto his back on that bench.
Or maybe it's just me. *g*
Icky holiday traditions? We used to go to my Grandmother's house. Granny was a Hoarder, with a capital H. There were very, very narrow paths between teetering towers of cardboard boxes fill with who-knows-what. Every year she'd try to get me to eat canned peaches-- I have no idea why. The thing is, the can would already be opened when I got there, and I had no idea how long it had been sitting on the little square of table that you could see, and I just couldn't eat it. Even at the delicate age of 6 or 7, my Microbiology instincts were kicking in. *g*
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Or maybe it's just me. *g*
Icky holiday traditions? We used to go to my Grandmother's house. Granny was a Hoarder, with a capital H. There were very, very narrow paths between teetering towers of cardboard boxes fill with who-knows-what. Every year she'd try to get me to eat canned peaches-- I have no idea why. The thing is, the can would already be opened when I got there, and I had no idea how long it had been sitting on the little square of table that you could see, and I just couldn't eat it. Even at the delicate age of 6 or 7, my Microbiology instincts were kicking in. *g*