It was snowing like a mother in Salt Lake this morning, but we made the drive to the Salt Lake County building so Owen could apply for his passport. Anne also applied for her passport.
The ladies at the passport office thought Owen was the cutest kid they'd seen in a long time. I suppose they say that all the time. Also, they haven't seen him spit spaghetti sauce all over a recently cleaned dress shirt. But that's a whole 'nother story.
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