My boy, Justice, is four years old. I tell him we're going for a hike today and instead of getting excited, he says, "I don't like hikes" I ask him what he wants to do. "Play basketball." That's all he EVER wants to do. So we drive about six blocks away, get out of the car, and walk fifty feet into what will no doubt soon be yet another wine country development. Hellishly beautiful, there is no doubt about it. I paid the price with horrific allergies, and Justice couldn't wait to get out of there. All kinds of wrong, aside from the fantastic results from my new Square Shooter 4, which replaces the SS 2.
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