Driving

Dear DeeDee and PopPop,

Thanks for the cool wheels.  I love that Daddy has to chase me around the yard.  I haven't learned to steer yet, so I just go in a straight line, and when I hit the fence, Daddy helps me change direction.  I get to run over a lot of what Daddy calls "land mines," but I think it's just Moe-Moe's poop.

I'll give you a ride next time you come to visit.  BYOH -- bring your own helmet!

And, Pa, I hope you've gotten over the whole "no 4-wheelers on the farm thing" 'cause I'm packin' my ride!