Whit brought this sailboat home from camp. Sailing and woodshop were his two favorite activities. We were not even out of the camp parking lot when I put it in the trunk and closed the back of the car, breaking the mast in two. I’ll never forget Whit’s eyes at that moment, which filled instantly with tears and looked at me, round, upset, helpless. We bought a new mast and installed it with the help of Poppy’s wood shop in the basement of my parents’ house. Whit could not be prouder of this boat. I love it.
Love the boat, but I love the hair more. 😉
The Mohawk looks great . . . How cute is he? The boat is a masterpiece. I’d love to see it once we are back to school.
Believe it or not that’s just how he woke up that morning!!
Love the boat, love the hair, love the house! He could just sail on down here to Scituate!