Trey had been wanting a skateboard for a couple of months. We told him if he did chores, he could earn enough money to buy one. He was 3 dollars away from his skateboard, when he received a card in the mail from his Great Grandma Smith. He opened it, saw a few dollars inside, and started yelling "I have enough money, I have enough money!"
They went to Target, and picked one out. Trey loves riding it in the house. But he is not the only one.
We had just gotten home from the grocery store the other Saturday. I ran upstairs for a second to get something, and left Travis to unload the groceries. Seconds later, I heard a crash. I run down stairs to find this. Travis sprawled out on the floor, skateboard in front of him, and groceries not unloaded.
Trey is sitting on my lap looking at these pictures. I just asked him what he thinks about Dad riding his skateboard.
"Well I know a secret hiding place that I could hide my skateboard, and he won't find it, and then he can't ride it, but when he is at work, I'll ride it, k. That's my idea. I don't want dad to get hurt because then he can't wrestle me all day."