New Wheels

Matt came home with a new car last week because the lease was up on the old one. I promised Matt that I wouldn’t put the wrong kind of fuel in this one or hit any poles. (Editor's note: She means "put the wrong kind of fuel in AGAIN..." and "hit any poles AGAIN.")

Finn also got a new set of wheels. Gramma Barb gave him a Radio Flyer for Christmas. It’s the original one made of metal. It reminded me of the one I had growing up except this one doesn’t have dents in it from Dad running into it with the lawnmower. I warned Finn about the handle. I got clunked on the head with it multiple times as a kid. I think my sister would do it on purpose. The wagon was a little too big for the suitcase so it’s waiting for Finn in Minnesota.