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We took the boys out on Lake Wingra for lovely Sunday morning row. Lovely is a relative term, and there will be several of you, dear readers, who may think being trapped on a moving boat with children is worse than, say, Alcatraz because at least Alcatraz doesn't rock through the water and the children don't jump out. Not that they did, mind you. It actually was quite lovely, if I do say so myself, especially once I lent a deaf ear to "when are we going back to the docks?" Madison graced us with her awesomeness again in the form a perfectly glowy sun and cotton candy clouds, perfectly rippled water, and, most importantly, a perfectly sealed, non-sinking canoe.
Good times.
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