baking biscuits and bubbles and beavers (thanks for the animal book from Maine Mom) and band-aids (but we won't talk about that).
B is also for bagels and burgers. 
Mehran thinks I'm insane. He cannot understand why I am photographing our dinner, despite the fact that I have explained it to him very slowly and patiently. Truly I have. Though I must admit he may have a point.
Mehran thinks I'm insane. He cannot understand why I am photographing our dinner, despite the fact that I have explained it to him very slowly and patiently. Truly I have. Though I must admit he may have a point. 
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You're welcome for the book. What a dull place the world would be without beavers! Just ask cousins Tod and Nancy about those intrepid little beasts who felled and limbed a tree for them at the edge of the lake.
Insane, huh? I'm snickering. You know it runs in the family. Trouble is, you really don't have the right genes for it. But maybe he was just very hungry and wanted to get on with eating.
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