Brazos used to jump at the chance to ride the tractor with his daddy, but now it's a hit and miss if he is interested in hopping on the old Farmall. If the gate wasn't locked to walk into the pasture, he would open it right up without you knowing he was even gone and crawl up onto the seat. Now it's Sandy's turn.
Just the other day Brazos walked into the house and said, "Mom, Sandy is on the tractor." Isn't wasn't a big deal other than the fact that she had to open the gate and walk into the pasture, where cows could have been, but luckily they weren't. Our wildly huge cows could trample her little body, so she had to learn that it's not okay to walk out into the pasture on her own. But it still made me smile to see her up on that tractor.
She has been enjoying her nights at the fair sitting on all the big tractors. Brazos has rekindled his tractor love as well, but he's still more interested in the blue juice the man at the lemonade stand is selling and the dirt he gets to kick around.
It just makes me happy to know that my kids are enjoying the fair, just as I did as a kid. And their daddy, too! We can't forget him.
