A drizzling Sunday afternoon coupled with an energized three year-old boy made Mr. Robinson think of only one thing. Worms. Worms and fishing. My boys went in the backyard, dug into the dirt, put their squirming new friends in a plastic cup, hopped on the oh-so-classy camouflage Polaris and headed for the lake.
Give ‘em some worms and dirt (and perhaps some potato chips) and these boys are happy.
Well done, Mr. R. Well done. I think our boy had him some serious fun today.
And he has the dirty feet (and hands) to prove it!