The squealing sprint happens at our house many times a week.
The boys beg to be let off at the end of the driveway
and run all the while being chased by the
crazy diving, honking, peeling out daddy who stays just
far enough away to be safe but still put the fear in these boys.
If they did not squeal with delight like they do and stop
to taunt DH to come closer, I would not find it near as enjoyable..
Shortly after this pic, DH veered off course and followed them
into the yard where they thought they were safe
and the screams got louder and the flip flops were left behind
in the landscaping
Haha look at that face.
It not the house that I love,
it is the LIFE that is lived here.
