Tuesday, June 4, 2013


At our Ukranian barbeque, Axl cooked hotdogs and the two little boys had them wrapped in kitchen roll and eaten in the hand, not before advancing on Olivia, weiners waving. It was both amusing and alarming.

Axl also gave one to the smallest cousin, who is barely one. He exclaimed, blew on it, took a bite, and threw it in the watering can.

Today Axel's mother told me she'd been watering some flowers she's yet to plant, when she looked in them and screamed to herself, seeing a finger lying among the stems.

It was a piece of hotdog... 

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