So we began our Father's Day weekend by hanging the Jolly Roger as a warning signal to the neighborhood that the grandkids had arrived.
Got in some hoops.
Created a scenario with
both cavalry and WWII trucks and tanks.
Paid a visit to Grandpa's
hobby room.
Flew a few planes from the dollar store.
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If it could be climbed,
driven,
or bounced,
they tried it.
Funny how Fathers' Day is actually all about the kids.
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Hard to say which father - Dad or Granddad - had a better day. |
Lush grass, cute peeps, fun day!
ReplyDeleteI climbed one of those walls a few years ago and almost had a heart attack.
Susie, you never fail to amaze me. That wall was HIGH!
DeleteYou nailed it; a very good day.
ReplyDeleteIt was a good day indeed.
DeleteWhat cute grandsons! They sure look like their dad. Sounds like a fun day.
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