No Parking

This is a backblip of a summer day in Michigan.  We had a large front yard with a circular driveway.  Earlier that day I parked my car and when Grant came out the front door he cried.  "Why are you crying?" I said.  He said, "You would cry too if someone parked a car on your baseball field."

Other times, I would dump a bag of sand under a tree and the boys would play for hours with their toy trucks.

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