I love my kids.

We got the imp (with a gift in an envelope from Grandma and Grandpa) a tricycle, just after Christmas.  It's not pretty.  What it is, is tough, rugged, and off-road capable. 

And big.  The pixie won't be able to use it until she grows another eight inches or so.  But that's okay.  She's got a giraffe.

 


The dog (in the background, on top of the dog house) is just pleased that we're starting to spend more time outside.  At least, we are until the neighbor's teenage daughters start playing really vulgar rap and hip hop that we don't want the imp picking up language from.  And they play it loud.

It's sad when the kids have to come in because of teenage twits, but judging by their behavior, we'll only have to put up with another year or two of them living there before they leave.