Most people take long Sunday afternoon drives around the country and end up at a lovely little country ice cream parlor (Does anyone remember Davis's in M-burg, PA? Mmmm...root beer floats.) We don't. Danish Cowboy usually quits working around 6:00 on Sundays in the summer and we hop in the pick-up and take a quick little spin around the farm to see what we can see and talk about how good our weekly frozen pizza dinner is going to be.
It was a doomed idea.
They have almost completely fallen apart and still I keep taking pictures.
Because who doesn't love a great series of progressive action shots?
At least there's one nice adult in this family -- my kids' own personal hero. Every child should have one.