After the kids helped with some yard work at my grandma’s, Rob and I took them to the playground.

This was their first time at this particular one and they had a blast.

Later that night we went for a walk to get some ice cream.

I’d say they have it pretty good.

I picked up the remote to change the channel to cartoons for Luke and he stopped me. “No Mom, I watch a cowboy show like Papa.”

My dad doesn’t wear a bike helmet while watching “Gunsmoke” though, that’s all Luke Luke.

The other day, Luke asked if he could play with his trains. When I said yes, he said, “Thank you mom, that was mighty nice of you.”

I wholeheartedly approve of his new found love of cowboy shows.