“Mmmmm… cows.”
Sprocket Says…, Vol. 44
“What? We’re just going to LOOK at the mountains? BORING.”
Sprocket Says…, Vol. 42
“Mommy? I is a very good boy.”
“I would very much like some of that.”
“Get in my mouth green deliciousness!”
Sprocket Says…, Vol. 41
Sprocket Says…, Vol. 40
Mom. I have been waiting all day.
It’s summer roadtrip time.
Let’s go!!
Sprocket Says…, Vol. 39
Sprocket: “Hey! Hey! Hey! Mom! Look what we found!”
Petey: “Yeah! Mom! Look!”
Sprocket & Petey: “…a DEAD END!!!”
Sprocket Says…, Vol. 38
Alright Mommy. Let’s finish this. I mean business.
Sprocket Says…, Vol. 37
“Mommy, I hope you don’t mind… I stole your seat.”
Sprocket Says…, Vol. 36
Mine those bones guys, mine those bones.
Clean and Unhappy About It
Sprocket loves water as long as it doesn’t come in the form of a B-A-T-H. Since his MO is to swim then roll in the dust, he’d accumulated quite the dirt layer while we were camped on the Gravity Canal. Before we pulled out of our Yuma area camping spot I decided it was more than time that he get cleaned up. He was not pleased:
And then to add insult to “injury,” F and I decided to have a bit of fun with him:
