The sun is setting. It's getting cold. His pants, socks, and shoes are soaking wet. But none of that matters, because he's a little boy. I call to him, and tell him it's time to go home. He doesn't hear me. All he can think about is the next puddle he wants to run his truck through. This was Luke yesterday.
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3 comments:
thank goodness for little boys!
at least it is warm enough to play in those puddles!
Just love little boys and their trucks!! He is so cute!! Miss you guys!
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