Hand me a shovel.

10Oct08

When Cody thanked me for helping him paint the bat cave the other night (not a euphamism), I shrugged and said I like painting, and besides, it keeps me out of trouble.  Nothing and no one is safe when I don’t have enough to do. 

And suddenly I looked around at the bat cave and realized that maybe THATS the reason behind it, and that maybe he and I aren’t really so different.

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