Tiptoe, through the tulips, with me………

On Saturday, March 27th, the boy and the wife woke up early. The wife fed the boy his usual breakfast of Cheerios, yogurt, and toast. The boy drank a little bit of whole milk, and a little bit of that other milk, and then was dressed by the wife. She dressed him in the colorful sweater that the great grandmother had gotten him as a tiny baby. It was the first time the sweater fit. It was the perfect sweater for an occasion such as this. The wife paired the sweater with a pair of tan corduroy pants and tan suede boots.  The boy looked fit for an Easter card.
The wife and the boy kissed the man goodbye, as he continued to sleep. Then, the pair (wife and boy) set out on an adventure. They were headed up north. They were headed to the farmland fields. They were headed towards Mt. Vernon. They were TULIP FESTIVAL BOUND.
The boy and the wife met some friends at the home of the photographer (j.shelton photography), also known as the wife’s friend. They met up and caravanned to the Tulips. There, the boy, his friends, the moms, and a dad frolicked along the wondrous rows of blooming tulips. It was a sight to behold. The moms, and the dad, wore out the babes in rapid fashion. Then, they treated themselves to a pseudo-Mexican feast of Taco Time.
They left the dining establishment, bound for home. The journey was long. The boy slept the duration of the trip, dreaming of tulips and mud. It was a wonderful day. It was a terrific adventure for the boy and his mom, the wife. It was a day they will not soon forget. It was a day that should soon prove to be a tradition for years to come…..
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