NATHANIEL
Nathaniel chuckled in turn, giving the woman a look that said this was a typical occurrence. They had to start somewhere. The woman smiled right back, a faint flush on her cheeks before she turned her attention back to Wesley. "And what kind of potatoes? I have large russet potatoes and some fingerling potatoes that are good for roasting." There were a lot of decisions for the young boy to make. Grocery shopping was serious business. "Florets it is." The woman started filling a small rucksack with the broccoli while he made a decision about the potatoes, letting him take his time.
The eldest leaned against the stall on his forearms, looking down at his brother with a grin, "What do you think mom would like? Russet potatoes or fingerlings?" Yes, it did matter, Of course, their mother would make whatever they brought back without any complaint, but she did have things she preferred.
The eldest leaned against the stall on his forearms, looking down at his brother with a grin, "What do you think mom would like? Russet potatoes or fingerlings?" Yes, it did matter, Of course, their mother would make whatever they brought back without any complaint, but she did have things she preferred.
Weep for yourself, my man
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep, little lion man
You're not as brave as you were at the start
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep, little lion man
You're not as brave as you were at the start
