No trip to California is complete without something dangerous at Uncle Paul's house. We stayed with my uncle who was out of town for most of the week, but when he came back, he pulled out the fire.
Thank goodness the little boys didn't want to try, but the big boy did.
We had a great time staying at Pauls, it's so wonderful to have family that is welcoming and accommodating to our crazy, loud family. The boys called Paul, "uncle PaulPaul" because they know he's their Baba's (grandpa's) brother. I love how they repeated his name twice.
Thanks again Paul!
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