"Baby, it's not time to get up."

Those were the first words I heard out of Grami's mouth Tuesday morning. You see, Grami kidnapped me on Monday and took me to Kansas. (with Mommy and Daddy's permission, of course, and strict instructions to be back home by Thursday afternoon) How was I to know it was only 4:00 in the morning? I went back to bed like a good little boy after Papa left for work.

My good buddy Bryson, came over every night to play. He's such a good big cousin.

Bryson helped me put on my socks and my...

boots.

We had to promise Grami to be careful and stay away from the water.

It was raining outside so Bryson and I decided to ride inside the big building. Nobody knows how we know the difference between our scooters, but we do.

Today I went to visit my Great Grandma Moore. She has a cookie jar that crows like a rooster when she opens it. I think that is just plain funny.

Oh well, the cookies still taste oh so good. In fact, so good, I had two!

After my nap Mommy and Daddy called me to say how much they miss me. I was so happy to talk to them...

"Wuv you"

"What!!? There's no time to play? We've got work to do?"

"Oh Bryson, I better not get too close to Grami's tomatoes. She won't be happy."

"Yes Grami. I'm being careful where I drive. Bryson is helping me."

"Boy, I never knew farming was such a dirty job. I'll bet you anything Grami is gonna think I need a bath."

"Sure enough. when Grami saw me she brought up the bath thing."

"I even think a bath sounds good right about now."

"Aaahhh. That bath did the trick. I was out like a light. I wonder what time Grami will get me up? She said Bryson is coming over early in the morning and we've got more work to do..."