Yesterday as I was driving home from a lunch outing with the kids, I spotted a cute metal red and white tricycle in a trash pile. I stopped and asked the woman in the front yard if it was her trash pile, and she said it was and that I could have anything I wanted. I took the tricycle, of course. There is nothing wrong with it. Now, Parker has his own tricycle, and he doesn't have to ride the pink and purple Princessy ones. His legs are just a tiny bit too short for him to ride it well. The kids had a ton of fun riding around on the new driveway when we got home.
Rescued from the trash.
Chicken Nugget
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