My parents are in the middle of a move.
And crazily enough, the house they are trying to get is only a whopping 20 minutes from where I live. *gasp*
I haven't lived near my parents since I left for college over thirteen years ago. So needless to say, I'm totally excited!
Because my parents are awesome. 'Nuff said.
And there might be a bit of free babysitting in there somewhere. *cough* Not that I would take advantage of that in any way, shape, or form.... Mostly.
However, the home they made an offer on is a short sale so they are waiting... and waiting... and waiting to hear back from the bank.
In the meantime they have had to put their stuff in storage units. But there are a couple of items we are housing here at our home.
One of which is my dad's riding lawn mower.
He thought we might as well put it to good use and well, use it. A few weeks ago my dad mowed our lawn and had let Savannah drive it solo from the back yard to the garage.
Fast forward to this past weekend.
My parents are down visiting my sister in Arizona.
Hubby decides to mow the lawn so he busts out the riding lawn mower. After all the younger kids had a turn riding with him, Savannah approached and insisted she get a turn to drive it... by herself.
Hubby kept telling her that since it wasn't his, she couldn't.
Then the tears started flowing.
Lots and lots of them.
Not too long after, Hubby came in the house and handed me a note that Savannah had written to him.
Since she couldn't get her point across verbally, she decided to try and alternate route.
Not too bad if you ask me.
Seems logical at least. Haha!
Sometimes I wonder where she gets her propensity for writing notes. Then, just the other day, this arrived in the mail from my parents.
Suddenly, it's all starting to make sense.