A late birthday present from Danielle and Jon, Milan has a new toy.
And he likes it.
So far it's gotten him into less trouble than this truck has lately.
Knowing full well that he is not supposed to walk through beds of lettuce, kale or flowers, Milan's latest test of my patience involves standing at the edge of those beds, flipping this red truck back and forth between both hands and "accidentally" dropping it into the bed he would like to step in while uttering "uh-oh".
I'm hoping he doesn't get any bright ideas with his new truck.
Or at least that he's not strong enough to carry out those plans.