Buns

November:  One fine Sunday we headed to a lovely park.  The ducks were happy to see us.  Actually, they were happy to see the buns (of the wheat not of the fleshy sort) that we brought with us.

I had to snap this picture.  Connor HATES carrying anything.  And I mean anything.  Even gum wrappers seem to be too big of a hassle and get passed into whomevers hands are the closest.  What you see below is a bit of a miracle.  It had to be documented.  He actually carried the bats and wiffle balls to the field.  Whaaaaat?

Nothing like a big brother to show you how to hit one out of the park.