



This afternoon we took the boys to see a little circus that passes through our town each year. I have to say, the circus was ghetto. There were more holes and patches than material in the tent, the animals were lethargic and the "birds of paradise" turned out to be miscolored pigeons, the majority of the performances, from master of ceremonies, acrobat, and juggler, was the same girl. It was seriously laughable. Despite the lameness, I thought Hank would really enjoy the show, but the poor kiddo was sick and just sat limp in my lap the whole time. Sadly, I think we'll skip the circus next year.

 

 Dumb story. Yesterday Aaron noticed a bunch of tractors on display at a farm near our house. Knowing how much Hank loves tractors, I promised him that we could go visit the tractors later that day. Well, it turns out that the tractors weren't really on display for the public as we thought, and Hank was majorly disappointed. So, to keep my word, we took Hank to the John Deere tractor store this morning and let him roam the lot, sitting on each and every tractor. At first I was a little surprised that not a single salesman accosted us, but, on our way out, I noticed several other little boys sitting atop the shining machines. I guess Hank isn't the only tractor lover.
Dumb story. Yesterday Aaron noticed a bunch of tractors on display at a farm near our house. Knowing how much Hank loves tractors, I promised him that we could go visit the tractors later that day. Well, it turns out that the tractors weren't really on display for the public as we thought, and Hank was majorly disappointed. So, to keep my word, we took Hank to the John Deere tractor store this morning and let him roam the lot, sitting on each and every tractor. At first I was a little surprised that not a single salesman accosted us, but, on our way out, I noticed several other little boys sitting atop the shining machines. I guess Hank isn't the only tractor lover. 


































