Several years ago Bill and I took Brody driving through the country to look at Christmas lights. Needless to say, they were few and far between in the country. We were pretty much in the middle of nowhere. We let Brody sit in my lap in the front seat. Yes, it was against the law but we where on the back roads. He was just over a year so his attention span was not that long. Somewhere out of the clear blue, Bill says, "Oh my gosh, did you see those pickles in the road Brody?" He jumped up and kept his eyes on the road looking for pickles.
That is when the pickles started. So you can only imagine now that Brody is older and his imagination has started taking off where these pickles go. We see pickles on every road at all hours of the day. It took Bill a little while but he finally caught on and now we just play along.
So, if you are ever in the car with Brody, you might see some pickles crossing the road.
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Pickles, hopper-grasses, cows falling through the roof, ravioli...that boy's imagination is limitless. Tell him we'll go pickle spotting in a few weeks! Love, Aunt Vonda
Don't forget King's Castle!!! I can't wait to go pickle spotting with you Aunt Vonda. It is so much fun. I love you. Brody
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