My son said to me, "Mom, when you get old and are in a wheel chair, I will put you in some wheel chair races!" I said, "That would be cool and when your dad gets old we can decorate his bald head."
- Go and get me a pen.
For now the boy's gonna have to be satisfied with racing
the poor unfortunate creatures he finds around our yard.
We found Bob - his pet frog, swimming in our party bucket of ice water,
burr - May Bob rest in peace.
I have no idea how many turtles are living in our garden now. When ever he sees one along the road, he has to bring it home. The boy is clearly off setting the delicate balance of nature.