Malcolm on his motorcycle. He got on the internet one weekend and learned how to build and repair motorcycles. He's very proud of this one. He's using my front porch as his garage and repair shop. Since I'm never going to get on the cover of Better Homes & Gardens, it doesn't matter that much to me. I'm just so thankful none of the kids decided to turn the attic into a meth lab. Somehow having motorcycle parts all over my porch doesn't seem so bad.
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