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You can't visit Arkansas without getting your picture taken by a dead animal. When a cousin-in-law stopped by with a 15 pound catfish, we decided to compare Jack since according to home scales he weighs 15 pounds too.
Why is he in a diaper? I had a temporary brain lapse (see entry below) and didn't pack appropriately for late April/early May in Arkansas. Everything I brought was too hot for him, and the few things that were cool enough stayed in the washing machine more than on him.
So completed his role as a little redneck baby by hanging out in diapers.
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