This is Grady and his red wagon. It is currently his most prized possession. We can no longer peacefully walk into the backyard and enjoy springs daily surprises of green(er) grass and blossoms on the trees. Nope. As soon as we near the back door the wagoneer begins pointing, grunting and trying desperately to use his little body to steer us towards the shed to retrieve that wagon. As we pass by, his little arm keeps pointing and his body rotates, making sure to keep it in sight. Remember his infamous tantrum the other night? I guess I was keeping that poor boy away from his wagon.
Friday, March 13, 2009
Red Wagon
This is Grady and his red wagon. It is currently his most prized possession. We can no longer peacefully walk into the backyard and enjoy springs daily surprises of green(er) grass and blossoms on the trees. Nope. As soon as we near the back door the wagoneer begins pointing, grunting and trying desperately to use his little body to steer us towards the shed to retrieve that wagon. As we pass by, his little arm keeps pointing and his body rotates, making sure to keep it in sight. Remember his infamous tantrum the other night? I guess I was keeping that poor boy away from his wagon.
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