So, technically, I missed taking a picture this day but this one is from later in the week and it definitely deserves it's own day. Tate loves his basketball. We are constantly telling him if it goes in the street and a car is coming, don't go chasing the ball into the street. Mom and Dad had just gotten into town from their drive from IN and Dad and Tate were outside playing basketball. The garbage truck drove by and Tate stopped to wave, the ball then goes into the street, which, he did what he had been told and stayed on the side. The garbage truck backs up and runs over the ball. It sounded like a shot gun. We heard it from inside the house and didn't think anything of it knowing the garbage truck was outside until we heard Tate crying. His lucky ball, which he calls it, had been run over. Poor little guy..you would have thought he had had this ball his whole life not the whole 2 months since Jason had gotten it for him. So off to Dick's, Papaw and Tate went for the exact same ball and an additional Jordan ball which made him a much happier boy. The lucky ball wasn't so lucky!
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