Aunt Katie and Uncle Graham babysat our kids on Friday night so that Karin and I could go out to dinner (Firebirds!) and Branson had heard that Uncle Graham was driving a pick-up truck from work. Things got a little crazy at home, he went to bed, and never got to see the pick-up truck. Do you think he might forget this tiny little detail? Oh, no....the VERY first thing out of his mouth when I walked into his room bleary eyed at 7:15 AM was "where unkle gams tuck?" I told him that he had missed it the night before and that did not go over so well....so Branson accompanied me on my trip to Lowes that morning. I tried to push him off and stop by to see the truck after our Lowes run, but he was quite adamant about seeing it before. How can you hold a kid back from something they love so much?! So off we went....and it was everything Branson thought it could have been...and more.
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