For a week now we have been telling Ian that grandpa bought him a big bunda that he can ride and that it was in the mail. Sometimes the conversations would go something like this:
Ian do you want a snack?
Do you want a drink?
Do you want a big bunda that you can ride?
I wasn't quite sure if he really understood what we meant, but today when the big brown box arrived he was screaming bunda bunda before I even started to open it.
Dad - here are the first pictures of the bunda riding - he is beyond happy and gave it a kiss as we plugged it in tonight before bed (but not before he loaded the trailer with all of his "tools" and a sippy cup). Thank you for the amazing present.