What I learned...

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The following pictures depict scenes from our strenuous activities : -)

Thunder Butt Rides Again!!!

... and she managed not to topple off!

"Helping" grandpa set the sprinklers up in the field. Ella and I are deep in thought here it seems!

We helpfully used the lawn tractor to take all the sprinklers out to the field. Boy do I love mom's lawn tractor!