Tuesday, February 7, 2012

With James

I can walk across this bridge all by myself. I'm with Granma at the top where the bridges rises.
I rode a grass mower.
Wearing Granma's sunglasses make me look like a movie star.
Doing some art with Granma.
I don't know what it is - but I do know I don't like it. It's scary.

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