Christian popped into town, last Friday, and he brought along our KidGrands. The visit coincided with our search for a reliever... you know, like Mariano Rivera, except of the gardening variety. By the way, we do send our Yankee star the fondest of healing wishes. I digress.
Turns out that Hunter was just itching to drive the tractor, instead of just riding with Gramps. Not to worry; I do jest a bit here. The blade was disengaged and he was only allowed to "ride the flats"; but I'll bet he put about five miles on Old Betsy! Boys will clearly be boys. Meanwhile...
Baby Sis did a bit of drivin' and ridin', too.
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