Against our better judgement, we let the kids ride their big Tonka Truck down our hill in the backyard for amusement. Rodney and I were relaxing on the porch reading books and Tristan was taking a nap so, the kids were starting to get restless. This would not have been the worst idea in the world if the kids didn't meet our house at the bottom of the hill. But, no accidents, no one got hurt, just some good old fashioned 'kids being kids'.
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