Santa

I had told Steele that we needed to go to Star Nursery to get some fertilizer for the grass. This is usually one of his favorite places to go, but this morning he wanted no part of it. He had every excuse for not going. The complaints kept rolling as we made our trip. I knew Santa would be there, but I had not told Steele about it. He was pleasantly surprised when we entered Star to see Santa walking around. Steele became so shy he could not think of one thing to ask for. The excitement was short lived. Checking out the different types of dirt and rock was much more appealing. That's a boy I guess.