I have no picture.
Our camera battery is dead.
This is horrible because I have a story to tell.
A story about a boy and his dog.
This evening we were working around the house...I was doing laundry (if you are ever in doubt of what I'm doing at any given time...there is a 90% chance I'm doing laundry!!!)
Scott was watching the primary coverage.
Sam was playing with his John Deere tractor...
Or so I thought.
All of the sudden, Lady Bird came into the house.
Sam was close behind her screaming as if he'd won the lottery.
I love to see Lady Bird...but she'd already gone into her kennel for the night.
That's when I realized what had happened.
Our son...our genius of a son...HE FIGURED OUT HOW TO OPEN THE KENNEL!!!
He.is.AMAZING!
Ok, he's my first born.
I need a moment to be bask in my pride.
Sam loves Lady Bird. I've already told you this.
Often he wants to play with her when his parents would rather not.
This new skill opens all sorts of doors for him.
He spent the better part of an hour chasing Lady Bird, offering her toys, and squealing with delight as she licked his face.
In short...he wore himself out!
Now, he's sleeping soundly. Lady Bird is sleeping. And I'm blogging.
What a great night!