A couple of weeks ago after a wedding we went to Eric's van (it had the car seat) to take Tate back to the hotel and he had a flat tire. Tate, we thought was tired, but boy did he have a time with the tire changing. Grandpa got the donut tire out of the back and laid it on the ground and Tate kept pointing and telling Grandpa, "broken Grandpa, broken". THEN when Grandpa took of the lug nuts he had to show Sara and I that Grandpa had broken that also. He was so amazed at how it all came apart and went together again. Daddy may some day go out to his car and Tate will be fixing the tire. And the next picture is really precious.