Last Monday we bought the girls a go cart.
Now I can not begin to express their excitement over this since they have wanted one for at least the last ten years.
Well we found a great deal at a garage sale last Saturday and we told the girls if they still had it when we had a little extra money that we would get it for them.
Well that time came and I had to owe up to my word.
Well we got it home and it would not start and the more we looked at it we found several things that did not add up to what the man that sold it to us said.
However we did not get discouraged or angry, not yet anyways.
Not The Baby was the one who really wanted the go cart so it was really hard for her to look at one sitting in her back yard not running.
Often I would look at the window and see Not The Baby just sitting in the go cart dreaming of the fun she would have if she could actually drive it.
Well all week her and Papa would fiddle with it and then Uncle R came over and they fiddled with it twice.
Poor Not The Baby, she was just depressed over the whole thing.
Not The Baby was ready to give up.
The Papa had another idea, he called his good friend Hammer.
And you would never believe what happened next.
Just pray for us that we don't end up visiting Trauma Karl at the hospital anytime soon.
Soon heck, I mean never!