We spent the day in Bluffton with Matt's grandparents, Grandpa and Grandma Conrad. The kids rode bikes in the driveway and played golf in the backyard. Isaac had a rough day. After lunch, he leaned on the moveable island and tipped it over. Everything came crashing to floor. He and I were wearing my Coke that I had put there. Out of all the glass objects on the island, only one broke. Let's see, he also spilled a can of 7-Up, knocked over an empty can, dropped cheetos on the floor, stood on a chair, rang the doorbell at least 25 times, "weeded" grandma's flowers (there were no weeds) and was just a little, or big, ball of energy! He wasn't bad, just active. Grandpa decided to call him "tornado." I kept on him all afternoon and Grandpa just said, "that's what this place is for. It's just a house."
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Grandma and Grandpa Conrad said that Isaac was just so sweet and really did not mean to be a Tornado, things just happen. Grandparents always see things that way. They were happy to see all of you and are waiting for you to come back.
Love Grandma
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