Bad luck...

On October 3rd daddy ran his 2nd half marathon this year with uncle Andre. The plan was that uncle drove at home early in the morning ad the marathon was in Granby (a little more than an hour drive from home) and we were going to leave a little later so that we meet them over there before they finish. So mummy and auntie gave us three breakfast, packed the car and left... as soon as we got on the highway auntie said "what is that noise?" then mummy looked in the mirror and saw the flat tire. We were all so disappointed, we turned around got a towing and spent the day at home waiting for the boy. Anyway the important is their run went well and we were still very proud of them.





Ya, I know... a beer after a marathon?!?