

As Beck watched all the runners, he insisted on running down the trail too. The problem was, he kept getting in the way and wasn't quite sure how to keep from getting trampled. So I made him get off and told him he could run on the grass instead.
Well, that's how he felt about that option. I let him get his little tantrum out and when it was done, my little brother turned things happy again by introducing him to potato bugs.
Austin found one for him, gave it to him to hold and he came running towards me saying "Look Mommy, a crab!" (the last time he went searching for little creatures was on the beach in San Diego.)































































