These days it seems as if Evan's life revolves around his little red wagon. "Way-on rye", translated "wagon ride", has become his favorite phrase. One evening before bed I told Evan that it was time to say night night to the wagon and what ensued was a fit of sobs. All trips into town involve me tugging the wagon with Evan happily taking in the surroundings. Essentially I have become Evan's Wagon Wench.
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looks like he'll be asking for a car soon...
Evan,
It looks like you have the cadillac of wagons. Enjoy your wagon rides! Love, Gramma Gena
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