
“Cole, what do you need?”
“Bucket.”
“Pants?”
“No, thank you.”
Atta boy.
Cole. Kiddie Pool. Bare Hands. I was a bit concerned when the fish clamped onto his leg, but our feisty little guy just swung away until he let go.
I guess I should be concerned why this fish was in the kiddie pool to begin with….
Ocean wins with a 1st Round knockout.
According to the police report, the flash created by the sun hitting Cole went approximately three shore-towns over and knocked the electricity out for about 4 hours. Outside of that, it was a successful first time to the beach.
Mom melted.
Want your kid to run faster? Couple o’ cookies in the lead and a swarm of bees bringing up the rear always does the trick.
Probably the guy with our original camera. Wakka wakka wakka.
We gave him a mini-musket to take to the parade as well, but apparently guns and toddlers are frowned upon by the police and community at large.
Party poopers!
Cole saw the sun setting and said he had no worries — he would just turn the front light of his tractor on. I told him it was a sticker and then asked him how he would turn it on. He got all excited and with a look of triumph he hit the big red button in the middle of the steering wheel.
“Oh…”, Cole murmured after the sad little blurt of a horn sounded.
Cole finally figured it out. While outside playing, he stripped off all his clothes — last word I heard was “Freedom!”. Without his clothes and in the snow, there was almost no way we would be able to find him.
His plan was foiled by the lack of a diaper. One yellow spot later, we found him.
Whew.
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