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My Funny Little Friend

We have been enjoying a visit from Aunt Anjee, Uncle Jeremy, and their cute little guy, Josh. One thing we did together was go to the Handcart Park in Iowa City. This park was built by the University of Iowa and The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and is maintained by Iowa City. Mainly, it is a walking trail with signs and facts about the pioneers and their experiences.
The morning after our walk in Handcart Park, Ricky had some thoughtful comments. He said,

"Did you know, Mom, that the pioneers had a hard time walking all that way? Some of them even died."
I agreed that they had a very difficult time. Then he said, "But that was a long time ago . . . like back in the 80's."
I said, "Back in the 80's? Don't you mean 1800's?"
"No, I mean the 80's when they wore different clothes and things were so hard."

Hmmmm.

Comments

Chalonn said…
How fun to have Anjee and Jeremy there...be sure to take lots of pictures and show us what you guys did! Your little Ricky has the funniest things to say! We sure did dress weird in the 80's.
April 26, 2009 at 7:58 AM
The Nedrys said…
This made me laugh so hard! Kids are so cute and say the best things!
April 28, 2009 at 12:50 PM
Anna Lynne said…
That blonde looks familiar! Glad you guys are having such a great time! We still miss your wonderful kids! Those smile from Emily and Ricky especially!
April 28, 2009 at 12:51 PM
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