When we got the jeep for the boys last summer, Lawson could barely drive it for a foot before he ran into something. This year is a different story. The kid is doing donuts down the driveway and trying to go out in the street to go mudding. My neighbor was watching him the other day and said "He looks like the kind of kid who would drive a jeep."
And I saw it. In an instant, my little boy turned into a shaggy haired 16 year old.
I could see the little guy coming home and begging for a jeep.
I'm trying not to let that thought cross my mind. For now, his little red firetruck jeep is keeping him just happy, and I want to hold on to that little boy as long as I possibly can.
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