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mom's tractor repair and detail shop

the latest edition to the fleet

john found a tractor buried in the sand at the playground the other day. it was the night we were there late, and we were the only ones left at the park. it was also somewhat broken, so we made the judgement call and brought it home with us.

it was in rough shape. sand was in every little crack and crevice - it poured out every time you moved the thing. it was a mess.

so i set it aside to clean later. and then i forgot about it. but john saw it yesterday before bed, and he was beside himself because he wanted to play with it. but it hadn't been cleaned, so i promised him i would take care of it for today.

so in the midst of cleaning house last night (my mother in law arrives today - had to make sure the house looked something close to ok!) i took time to detail the tractor. small brush, running water, a good scrub, and soon it looked good as new.

i'm thinking i missed my calling as a tractor detailer.

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i'm apparently in a link-sharing mood lately, because i found another parenting story that cracked me up. this parenting test should clearly not be taken too seriously ... but there were at least a handful of items that had me laughing til i had tears in my eyes.
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