Thanksgiving weekend for August, our grandson, included an exploration of the wharf on his push bike. Helmet secured, he flew down to the end and back again with sophisticated balance, his father close behind. Enroute he checked out the birds and ducks that are still lingering around the water's edge.
Nana and Papa sauntered slowly behind, marveling at his speed and control. He could have easily completed the circuit several times during our slow return trip but distractions kept stopping him in his tracks.
Although our energy was waning, his energy was still peaking, so we suggested a tour around McGuire Lake. Before we had walked to the entry gate across from Sturgis North Pub, he had disappeared around the curved pathway, his father in pursuit. Abbreviating our walk, we returned to the car just as they completed the circuit! Whew!! We were all ready for a nap!!
Pumpkin pie isn't the same without whipped cream.
A tiny tongue is needed to clean up the messy whippers.
This was Augie's first attempt at the task of "whipper-cleaner-upper".
He did an amazing job!
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