Over the summer my boys spend a pretty good amount of time riding Papa's Polaris Ranger. Seriously they would ask for a ride everyday and 1000 times a day on camping trips when it was actually possible to go for a ride. Whenever possible Uncle Matthew, Uncle Eric, or Papa would give in (because who can say no to these cute boys?). They would look up at you with those sweet puppy dog eyes and say, ride ranger? Seriously, they LOVE the Ranger. Anyways, just the other day I was carrying Bryson (who was fast asleep) in from the car when he heard a power wheel. He immediately woke up and yelled, "Power wheel Mom, Go see!! So we walked back outside to see the power wheel and this is what we saw...
Bryson looked back up at me and whispered in an almost reverent voice, "its a ranger". So we sat outside watching this poor mom chase her little guy around on his "ranger" for a good 20 minutes. Oh I love it when they are so excited about something... even when they know they can't get a ride.
