Gator

Gator. 

No, I'm not talking about the reptile, but rather a brand new, shiny John Deere Gator. This weekend my just turned three year old grandson received the gift of his dreams. Both sets of grandparents, and his parents splurged on an electric child-size Gator with room for his brother. 

It probably took less than a minute for him to figure out the basics of forward and reverse, and he'd mastered the steering wheel almost immediately. It didn't take him long to load up the bed with a cedar stake, and carry it over to a pile of wood. 

Play is a whole lot more fun for him when you are really working. As he made his way around the pasture his mother picked up the family dog, Ellie, and placed her in the bed. Like a true country dog Ellie remained in place as my grandson drove her a few turns around the yard. 

A few minutes later his dad showed him that the Gator actually had a slow and fast gear. Our grandson could be heard saying, "I'll go fast!" as he sped off. It quickly became evident that hours of fun were going to be had with this vehicle, and that it was just going to be a matter of time before little brother would be riding shotgun. 

So glad Chuck and I had an opportunity to share in on the fun!