He made his bed and now he gets to lie in it.

My eighteen year old son, Quinn, handcrafted this bed. He began with cutting down the trees, cured the wood, crafted each post himself and then assembled this piece. Now it stands on the dirt floor of a round cabin his grandfather built.

I just thought I’d casually mention that my EIGHTEEN year old son builds his own furniture—from scratch.  Not that I’m bragging.  Just thought I’d casually drop this into the blog in case anyone was interested… .  Okay, I’m bragging but…honestly, isn’t that just so cool?  Did I mention I have the greatest sons in the world?  I did tell you my son who is only eighteen years old handcrafted his own bed, didn’t I?

Sorry, but if I were wearing buttons, they’d be spronging across China right now.