My mom and I took the kids to the park today after our early dinner and it just was not a day that Mont wanted to stay clean through. He worked right through the gravel like he was a cowboy mucking out stables. Those poor boots! I nearly cried for them, he on the other hand, was absolutely oblivious to the fact. Oh to be a child again. (or a cowboy). I have a plan in place to brush up and polish them back to their former glory.. good thing they're boots that can take it. I'm sure it won't be the last time!
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