Getting Dumped. (Out-takes From Weekly Photo Project.)

For the record, these shenanigans are never MY idea.
But times like this are the reason why I am glad I keep the camera ready to shoot, on a (high) shelf in the living room.

So this little dump truck was a great $2 yard sale find.  Its been hauling garden rocks and small children for two years now.

I just love her expression.  She was sucking on her top lip.  DHH was giggling and squealing.

We really couldn't tell if she liked it or not.

All good things must come to an end.  In this case, it means getting dumped.

This was not as traumatic as you might think - the baby was comforted and the boy was scolded, but no one cried or anything.  

I've only been dumped once, and I cried buckets.

I guess this is a little different though.

He decided to give himself a ride.

Life is not dull here, that's for sure.