The Death of Frankenstein

One evening, last October, Frankenstein mysteriously appeared in our yard. Mason loved it!

He took great pride in Frankenstein and was excited to plug him in each and every evening.

We got a lot of laughs out of Callie's barking when Frankenstein was filling with air. It never ceased to be amusing.

This year, Frankenstein seemed more like a neighborhood punching bag. The boys enjoyed coming over to abuse him by pulling on his arms or punching him in the gut. Poor guy.

Bodie and Mason were in the yard raking leaves and started taking pot shots at Frankenstein.

They managed to end up on top of him! He was absolutely defenseless.

He tried to fight back, though.

The boys were too much for him to take.

And the boys won. Farewell, Frankenstein!