Friday, December 02, 2005

Where's My Shovel?

Tater can be so precious some days. We were playing out in the yard when he came running over to me asking for help. "Mom, my shovel! Help me!" "Mom, I can't find it!!!!"

Trying not to laugh since he is being very serious... "Tater, look in your hand."

Tater looks down at his hand, sees the shovel. He tilts his head, smiles, with a little shake to the head and says "Silly Tater."

Gotta love those moments.

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