So we've been taking Gibson pretty much everywhere we can think of. Perhaps he will have vague and fond memories of trudging through pumpkin patches and corn mazes with his pal Cali. He may retain distant images of rocks and waterfalls and apple orchards and cider and Daddy sprinting to the state park restroom after ciderdogs with ciderkraut, cider baked beans, and well, plain cider. I'm sure it was humorous to someone else.
No comments:
Post a Comment