Thursday, July 2, 2009

Farmer Papa

My Papa JD lives in a little house in front of my Dad's. The first day at my Dad's, Braden disappeared. He wasn't in the camp trailer, in the hot tub, on the four wheeler, in the garden, on the porch swing, or in the pasture. He was at Farmer Papa's, that's what Braden calls him.

This trip Papa JD talked Braden into eating a blackberry and what do you know Braden liked it. Wooo Hoo! To bad he didn't have any spaghetti or mac-n-cheese growing in that garden. Dinner time would be a lot smoother.









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