Cool Car, Scooby Doo on Location, and Pizza

This is the story of a little boy who didn't want to have his picture taken.



Even though he was sitting on a really cool car.



A really cool, vintage car.



A really cool, vintage, old car.




He was just hungry. He's a lot like me when he needs to eat; there isn't much that can make him happy besides food. When I need to eat even a Nordstrom shoe sale can't sway me from listening to my high-maintenace stomach. (I take that back- it depends on the shoe. I would go hungry for a really great pair of shoes. ;))

After admiring the car, that Gunnar desperately wanted to drive we found a spooky place. It was perfect for an episode of Scooby Doo.


Who lives at 7010?



Why are the blinds always drawn and askew?



What wrinkled and weathered hand turns this deadbolt?




Gunnar was going to get to the bottom of it.




He just needed to look for clues, and pick off some paint.




Then out of no where came a creepy cat lady, who flicked her cigarette into the bushes, nicotine sparks parachuting to the ground.

"Get out of here you meddling kids!"

I didn't get her picture and she didn't really say that, but she really did come out of no where and it did kind of scare me, and she really did smell. Bad.


Instead of her picture I will just show you this wrought iron. ;)




There really was a creepy lady, with a cigarette, no cat. She told me Gunnar was a natural and that I needed to watch out. What out for what? I started to feel weird so we left creepy no-cat lady behind and went to satisfy our stomach with some good...


grease.




Whose having pizza for dinner tonight? ;)


"Stop taking pictures a me Mom!"




Delicious.




After lunch he was back in his A game.




I didn't get his face cleaned off as well as I should have. No problem. He licked the rest off. ;)



I love you Gunnar. Thanks for the adventure and the lunch date. When shall we go again? xoxo Mommy Mom