Monday, August 22, 2011

Old one.

I found a little note where I had written something funny from when Tristan was 3 years old....

While walking behind our house throwing rocks into the creek, Tris sees a man mowing the lawn and pulls at my arm and says in her little lisp excitedly:

"Mama look! There's a scary farmer! Whoa!"


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