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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Easter Egg Hunting: UFC Style.



Not even spilled candy is going to keep Rakes away from getting as many Easter Eggs as he could find. The boy was like the Terminator, only instead of Sarah Connor it was plastic eggs.

And check out the exchange between him and the only kid I've come across with a more unusual name in his pal Brick.

I'm not sure the world is ready for the video of Trot barreling his way through the other 3 year olds present.

Sox in less than 48 hours. It's been a long, dark, and cold winter; I'm ready for baseball.

5 comments:

Tex said...

Maybe you need to tell Rakes he's hunting easter eggs from now when you tell him to pick up all the toys.

Im just sayin

Rich in the garage said...

Good to know that when I explode the safe by accident that that goober is excellent at scooping up the strewn about cash.


Fantastic.

Ted D said...

Good idea, Tex. Maybe it'll actually work.

He's like a lemur, Rich. Cash, eggs, the random lego toy that happens to get in his way....

Tree Newt said...

Just got to watch this...CLASSIC!! That boy is a whirling dervish, everywhere he goes! And was Brick's dad trying to one up you?

Ted D said...

Mattie, he only knows one speed.