THE NEIGHBOR WILL NEVER KNOW

A while ago our grandkids wanted to give their neighbor a watermelon from their garden. But on the way over to the neighbors, the kid carrying the watermelon tripped. And well. No watermelon for the neighbor. 

So what did we do? 

Watching seven grandkids for a week forces you to flow with a bit of craziness. One of the kids said it looked like Mr. Watermelon was talking to them. So we went in the back yard, took a picture of sunflowers and gave Mr. Watermelon a face. Then we ate him.