"Mama, we NEEEEED to go to Jake's tire shop. I need to fix my tires."
I had heard Kenyon plead with me all morning about how every tire on every single pickup, truck or trailer he owns was having tire problems. Gee, I wonder where he could have gotten this idea? Surely we don't have any tire problems, living out her in the FLINT hills. (It's not the 'soft as a feather pillow' hills, folks.
Between dealing with a teething, sickly baby and trying to complete some snap tests I did not have time to indulge Kenyon in this little playtime game.
"Bud, Mama does not have the time to run you and your tires to Jake's. If your tires need fixin', you're going to have to figure it out yourself."
I turned around moments later to find that my cell phone charger can also pull double duty as an air hose. It's true, you learn something new every day. And yes, I am very proud that Kenyon figured out how to fix his tires all by himself. Maybe Santa can bring him a tire machine next year.
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Just like mama said... If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.