Life is pretty darn good

Took this on the way to Santa Cruz last weekend.


Here's Tiny eating some grapes in a train he built himself.

He's been a bit verbally contrary lately. If I say that we're going to rescue someone or something--say, rescue Mommy with dinner, or rescue one of his lost cars down at the bridge--he says, I don't wanna go on a res-cue.

If we say that we're going to a restaurant, he gets really worked up and shouts:

It's not a rest-nont. It's a HUGE ONE!!