Truck Before Toys

I could promise Hinckley and Hatcher a trip to Toys R Us but I would be declined if it meant a ride in Granddaddy’s big red truck.  So we illegally loaded up the little guys for a short Big Lake drive and a stop at the new Shell station for some M&M’s.  The rumble of the truck, the bumps and the turns produced squeals and smiles.   Aunty Micah brought sprinkle donuts and the boys ate lunch together like little pals.  The little H’s are becoming more than just cousins – they are buddies.