Last week a very unfortunate thing happened.
Here's the story.
We were on our way home.
We were on our way home.
Checking the mail was the last item on the list.
Gav jumps out of the car, mail key in hand.
Scrappy quickly follows.
Mail. Collected.
And off the boys run.
Only.
There's about two inches of shiny ice on the downhill sidewalk.
It took about 3 nano seconds before Reese was on his bottom.
It took about 3 nano seconds before Reese was on his bottom.
Cold.
Crying.
Embarrassed.
And today.
The tractors showed up.
Made.our.day.
{And Reese's day the next time he checks the mail . . .}
{And Reese's day the next time he checks the mail . . .}
1 comment:
Poor Reese, but a mom of boys knows that if there is a tractor around, there will be one happy boy! If Preston is having a rough day, sometimes we'll hop in the car and drive around, just to go and look for tractors. Makes him happy every time!
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