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| Harrison and I had a big day together. He got to drive the lawn mower, and a golf cart, and ride in a big off-road utility vehicle, and go on a "treasure hunt" which means we looks for sticks and rocks and moss and deer tracks, and gather firewood, and even watch some of the IU basketball game. This is Harrison next to what he refers to as both the golf cart and the monster truck. He loves going out to the hunting grounds to drive it all over the place. And he is surprisingly good at driving it. He keeps it on the trails perfectly until he gets distracted by a stick on the ground or a stump to the side or a tree that looks like a fork. He sits on my lap and steers and I handle the accelerator and brake...so we don't find ourselves upside down at the bottom of a ravine. His favorite part is the various mud puddles in the trail, he steers right for them and we slosh through as he yelps with glee. |
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| And we always have to go way back to the very back of the property to find the old trailer full of junk. Harrison thinks it's awesome. Yes, those are bullet holes around his head. Such is to be expected in the middle of the woods in Indiana. |
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| Big tank next to the trailer. I told him it was full of chocolate syrup and that some day when he has kids of his own (and I have grand kids) we would bring some ice cream with us on the monster truck and have the biggest ice cream sundaes in the whole wide world. He simply said 'wow'. Then 'lets drive the monster truck some more.' |
