Thursday, September 24, 2009
This young lad is my grandson. After an evening session of feeding deer at a park in town, he spots the only puddle for miles around. He makes a bee line for it;laughing hysterically. Unfortunately, only one shoe made it through on his feet. Now reality starts to set in. Does he wade in to get it and risk the wrath of his mother who is shaking her head in disbelief. Or, does he just concentrate real hard and become invisible. Son, there's a price for everything. Only one scoop of ice cream tonight.