Dad and Paul started out the day racing, but mama hadn't showered yet, so we had to stay behind. Gee mama, what DO you do all morning? Anyway, when we finally caught up they were done racing, but we met them in time for gun shooting. Yes, that's right, someone decided it was a good idea for daddy to shoot off a gun....
This is over at Frank's house. Grandma drove the cart for mama, me, and seahorse. It was fun.
Mmmm... seahorse...
There's daddy and Paul after they went to check their shots.
Daddy thinks he did pretty well....
Here's me and crocodile.
Here's me with crocodile pondering
how old I'll have to be before daddy gets permission from mama for me to go shooting...
Then daddy and brother took me for a drive.
There's daddy with a peach sticking out of his mouth.
He thinks it's cool....
SIGH....
After all the fun, I fell asleep. With all the high speed chasin' and guns a blazin', mama says I must have been dreaming about a good ol' western hold up:
DON'T SHOOT!

