As we drove past the cemetery today Art said he wanted to go to the 'thinking place.' I realize a while back I had described a cemetery as a place where people go to think about people they love. So later in the evening we rode our bike there and played.
One of many times Art ran down a big hill.
Art is explaining a game to me. Something about, "You have to sit on this rock, then run when I say ready, set, go. Ok Papa? Are you ready?"