I inquired several times why he was digging a hole in my backyard and he refused to answer.
"You'll see," he said.
After he'd dug a rather deep hole - he went back to his truck and came back with a huge, black pole. I got it at that moment - remembering that the basketball hoop from his driveway was dismantled and in the bed of his truck last night.
Wyatt was ecstatic! He now has his own "real" basketball hoop just off the back patio and it's been lowered to the perfect height. He can shoot hoops to his hearts delight.
Thank you papa for such a sweet surprise!
