Today while we were outside playing Lance's motorcycle "broke down" to which he declared " I'll fix it." Zack and I were talking and didn't think much of what he said but when we looked down this is what we found. I had to slip silently away and grab the camera so that I could capture this hilarious moment on film. Yesterday in sharing time they asked the children what things that they had learned from their parents? Lance yelled out, "my dad taught me how to fix race cars" I guess he did. I don't know if you can see it, but check out the tiny wrench he has in his hand. I can just see the day in the near future when I walk out the front door to find all the neighborhood kids standing in line to get their tricycles serves. What do you charge for a thirty mile sidewalk peddling service?
