December 02, 2005

Where's My Shovel?

Tater can be so precious some days. We were playing out in the yard when he came running over to me asking for help. "Mom, my shovel! Help me!" "Mom, I can't find it!!!!"

Trying not to laugh since he is being very serious... "Tater, look in your hand."

Tater looks down at his hand, sees the shovel. He tilts his head, smiles, with a little shake to the head and says "Silly Tater."

Gotta love those moments.

Posted by vw bug at December 2, 2005 06:20 AM | TrackBack

awe! they make me smile. Yours, that is. Mine, sometimes makes me want to rip out my hair! ;)

Posted by: oddybobo at December 2, 2005 09:12 AM

Love it! Just love it!

Posted by: Lee Ann at December 2, 2005 06:27 PM

Up here in the Great White North, searching for a shovel means that it's snowing.

Lucky :-)

Posted by: Harvey at December 2, 2005 06:48 PM


And when that happens to me, I think I must be losing my marbles.

No, I haven't. They're in my pocket where I put 'em.


Posted by: David at December 2, 2005 09:22 PM