Memorial Day

Big Brother is the sweetest little thing. He talks about Gramps, his great-grandpa who passed away when he was only 2, all the time. Over the weekend, we went to Gramp's farm, one of the boys' favorite places to go. This morning Hubs asked Big Brother if he wanted to go to see Gramps (or go to the cemetery).

Big Brother had other ideas. He looked up at the sky and said, "Are we gonna climb up there?"

He thought we were going to climb to heaven and visit Gramps. Sweetest. Little. Thing.