My dad and wheelbarrows just go together. I clearly remember my dad pushing me and my sister around in the wheel barrow; through the woods, around the yard. The most memorable being taking a spill off the top of a stack of wood. Probably not the smartest trick we ever did. In Washington, unlike these two boys, we never got the opportunity of being thrown/dumped into a pile of fluffy leaves. Fir needles just don't break the fall so well!
Good picture of the boys and their papa at Valley Forge Park
5 comments:
it looks like you guys are having so much fun! i'm jealous! and i'm sad and lonely in the middle of the country...i wanna come over. :)
Your mention of Washington made me miss the best state in the country, and of course the fishing it holds.
Uncle Bubba
that looks like so much fun!!
I love your dad! Love him! The boys faces as they fly out into the leaves is priceless. Yeah!
What great memories your making! Wish I could be there. I am missing you all so much. The Great Marshmellow
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