My dad took Bradley down to Alabama today to visit the farm and check on the cows. Apparently my Uncle Alan thought it would be a good idea to let him drive the 4-Wheeler. Obviously there were no moms or grandmoms around. Which is probably a good thing, because he had a ball. It's time like these where we just need to find out later. Or not.

Wasn't he just a toddler? It's starting to scare me how much he looks like a teenager. I can't believe I'm old enough to have an almost-3rd grader.