Sawyer may only be knee high to a grass-hopper, but his walking stick is still too short.
Sawyer was very accommodating on our drive into the mountains. He agreed to ride on the trunk so that we could bring more gear.
Apparently the phrase "Say cheese," means something different to a two year old.
It's not like we don't already have enough animals...but, Sawyer was insistent that he needed a pet rock. Some families have an elephant in the front room, the York's have a ten-foot boulder!
Somebody's been looking at too many military recruitment posters.
I knew the hike was over when his knees gave out and he refused to move. Oh well, one man's "death march" is another man's leisurely stroll.
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