Abba & Papa Visit

Mom and Dad came up for a visit this weekend, and they've curried more favor by bringing the bestest gift ever. My son is on his way to becoming a Hell's Angel. It's not motorized and the horn is disappointing, but the turn signals have the best beat ever. Our house becomes Dance Party USA whenever Will goes to make a left.

We've started a routine at night where Will puts his cars to bed. Last night only the Cozy Coupe made it into the guest room whereas Motor Mayhem above was left to its own devices for the duration of the evening. This morning Will went directly into the guest room to get his car and proceeds to drive himself over to his motorcycle.

Anyway, we wound up having dinner with Carters Sr., Grandma & Grampa, Robinsons, Harpers and Dunbars (it's a normal occurence whenever people come into town); this was the first time we had a literal kids table:

Will, Kylie, Jovie discussing why exactly Donald wears neither pants nor shoes.

Will's enjoying some see-food and laughing at one of Aunt Bethany's ridiculously funny blog posts.