Walkin', and Ridin', and Looking for Buthes.

 Chloe and I went for a walk...only to discover it was too cold.

 So we jumped in the truck and went to the park.  The wind was biting cold, but she swung anyway.  Not for very long, but long enough.

On our drive we looked for big trucks and school buses.  Finally, since we'd not see any in the wild, I drove over to the bus barn and we saw the buses in their corral.  She seemed to get a kick out of it!  "'Cool Buth?!"

Nap time looms and we will not be sad to see the darling sleep for awhile.  When she got her colors taken away for writing on herself, she quickly went from quiet to crying.  Noisily.  Alas, parenting runs the gamut daily.