He was going to change the flag first thing this morning and I halted his walk to the pole with a hope that we might get company to help us change the flag.
after picking strawberries they stopped in to share some fresh strawberries and ice cream with us.
They saw the ripped worn flag and I explained how that was not right to have a torn flag flying from your pole.
The lil' farm hand took responsibility for the torn flag while Kanneloni Macaroni was ready with the new flag.
At this point...
their Mommy took the camera and I visually became part of the story which is a rare occurrence for a blogger.
The interaction is common...
but rarely captured.
Enjoy the rest of the photos..
they speak for themselves.