My fiancée bought Diego a little red wagon and now I simply do not understand how any of us could have had successful childhoods without one. You should see this kid in his wagon. Oh wait, you are seeing him. Ok, well... today we walked the dog while Diego was taking his late afternoon constitutional in his Radio Flyer, and it dawned on me that when little Oso got tired, I could just pop him into the wagon next to his “brother.” Presto. Instant classic photo.
