Several weeks ago, Kenyon asked if he could have a cake feeder on the back of his car, just like his dad has a cake feeder on the back of his pickup. I dismissed the idea pretty quickly and we went on with our day.
Yesterday, I took a moment to really study Kenyon as he was playing and I observed this:
He filled up the back end of his car with fine gravel from the driveway, drove over in front of his bull and proceeded to feed, just like his dad.
Have I mentioned lately how much I love this kiddo? Maybe I should work on rigging up some sort of feeder for him now.
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