Strother endures another hard Sunday afternoon (of ice cream, fire trucks, cherry pickers, ambulances, and dump trucks). There just isn't anything fun for a three year old to do in this town!
Hey Ma, can I drive since we're in the dirt?
Can I go to the park now?
Ok, well see ya later mama.
Wouldn't taste as good if he couldn't smear it across his face. Thank goodness for al fresco dining.
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