I knew that an afternoon with PawPaw could end up with a) a trip to the ER or b) a cut of some sort that would require a bandaid. Thankfully the day ended with a small cut but the boy had, in his word, “crazy” fun!
My little girl was helping PawPaw drive, until…
I saw this…
“Ummm, JERRY! Hello. She is ten months old!”
She looks okay, right?
Her legs were kicking so I assumed she was fine!
Then I got this look…
Momma?!?
“This is fun! Who needs snow??”
