Adventures of myself, a rambunctious four-year-old, his parents, and a big black dog named Mocha.
Friday, July 24, 2009
My Horsey's Tired...
Tonight Mommy mowed the lawn, and Miss Tammy was charged with watching Michael. The plan was to watch "Chicken Run", but as usual that didn't quite happen as intended. Michael decided he needed to watch Mommy mow the lawn. Then he decided he needed to jump on Miss Tammy's back to get a ride around. He then decided it would be fun for Miss Tammy to run down the hill by tell me that Mommy was mowing down the hill, and then we needed to run up the hill when Mommy was mowing up the hill. The horsey was urged on by Michael yelling Go Horsey, and we win or Mommy won depending on who made it up or down the hill first. Mommy wasn't sure who got more exercising done, her pushing the lawn mower, or Miss Tammy who was running up and down the hill with a 35+ lb jumping bean on her back. Miss Tammy informed Michael that the horsey was tired, which of course he had to relay to Mommy that "MY horsey's tired."
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