Now we are five at the table.
He’s still dining on fabric books, wooden teethers and the like.
Dave treated himself to a solo ride the other night, so we took dinner outside to the Field of Dreams, a truly dreamy place where folks play field sports surrounded by the trees and mountain critters. Only problem is the elk scat that has to be dealt with before games. A delightful problem to have, if you ask me.
We played catch (E-man’s preparing for T-ball) and G-man kept score. I am not sure how the scoring system worked, but it was certain that E-man always won the most points.