We had a lazy morning at Gram’s house. Alex did a little cooking, opened a present early (he wanted to and Gram always says yes), and did a little dancing:
Then B (my Dad) arranged for Alex to see some diggers up close and personal.
The funniest part of the outing was when Alex found the scrub brush. He wanted to clean all of the trucks and pitched quite a fit when we had to go home and leave the brush. The entire way home he cried “brush” “brush”.
