The Black

Josie asked me, "Why don't we have a black mom? You know like Grandpa Bruce has a black? Why don't we have a black"? I was confused but the more we talked I realized that she wished we had asphalt so she could ride her scooter. There are a lot of advantages to raising kids in the country but a good place to ride bikes is not one of them.
Later that day she came to me again, she named a few of our friends and asked if they had a black. I told her no one had a black around here but maybe we could go ride at the church. She seemed happy with that answer.
When she heard Dean pull in the driveway she came running. "Dad's home now we can go ride on the black". She made that plan up all on her own; but it worked out and we went to ride on the black. The perfect way to end that last fall day of the year.

On the way home we stopped to check some cows and trig couldn't resist chasing his dad with a stick. I just love these boys!