[Confidential to Gramma K: skip this post to avoid more gray hairs. Your grandkids are crazy.]
The beast is a big red Dodge truck that has to be older than Dwayne and I are. In the five minutes it takes you to get it started and drive it down our driveway, you can’t help but blurt out, “This thing is a beast!”
But the kids like the Beast.
Kyla can “Daisy Duke” her way from the bed into the cab.
Wesley likes standing on the wheel well and jumping off. The bare chest is a nice touch, oui?
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