On one level, today was the day from hell. On another level... who can stay unhappy on a beautiful, warm spring day while watching a 2 year old run around in yellow rubber boots?
Farmerboy discovered the wagon this afternoon. He ran up and down the driveway at top speed in his yellow "farmer" boots, pulling the wagon behind him. The wagon zigzagged crazily, left and right. I said, "When we have pumpkins, are you going to pull some in your wagon?"
"Punkins?" he said, his eyes round. "Do you have some real punkins to put in my wagon?"
"Not now," I said. "We have to grow them. Then you can put them in your wagon."
A huge grin spread across his face. "Oh!" he said. "Oh, thank you, Mommy!"
Life doesn't get any better than that.