Huevos rancheros, I think. The other day I was in house with Gray, and Luke and Cole were on the back porch. I kept hearing an unidentifiable noise (first red flag), but put it off. When I finally went out there, I found Cole pushing his "work truck" (he calls it that because he likes to load mulch in the back of it) up the little hill, then careening down it until he hit the fence. Then back up again. Over and over and over. Like 20 times. Sometimes he hit the fence harder than others. This video doesn't really do it justice. Anyway, I'm pretty sure he'll inherit my cousin John's nickname. "Crash". That's a good story about a snowmobile and a ditch. Maybe I'll tell that one sometime if I run out of interesting stories about the Hardin boys. Ha.
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Amy - I am laughing hysterically! When Reid was Cole's age, you would have never let him do that. :)Proud of you!
ReplyDeleteIn all fairness, I wouldn't have let Kate either. I guess the second (and third, fourth) kid is the lucky one.
Love ya!!!