Sometimes they would try to ride in it together, but as you can see, it is not quite big enough for two!
Gwen would push Grady in between her turns. 
Grady had a blast. When he was not in the car, he was designated gas station attendant and would pump gas into the car with the gas tank my mom bought them. (Please ignore the very dirty window in the background, damn camera.) I am pretty sure I said about 100 times, "ok now it is ______ turn" or "take turns". I told Neal if they still loved it through the weekend, we would go get another one. Being a twin mom you realize, sometimes it is just worth it to have 2 of some things. Who am I kidding it is easier to have 2 of everything! So of course we had to venture out and buy a new one. I about had a heart attack when I saw the price, but anything for my kids. The first day home, they only wanted to play with the new one and did not want anything to do with the old one. I heard myself repeating the same things again. Ahhhhhhhhhhh! Since then, they could care less for either of them. What to do, what to do. Perhaps I should wipe some peanut butter on the steering wheel, that will get them in there.
