Every time John John would come to visit us, he would spot my old tractor in my garden. He would have to climb over a little brick wall, into my plants and he'd want to sit on this old tractor that was just his size.
Then one day I pulled it out and he was in heaven!
He would get frustrated because it wouldnt move and I couldn't push him around. So he climbed off, on, off, on all day long. After he left last month, Mark took it all apart and restored it. Here's the finished product!
And to top it off, it has his name.. John John..
He did an awesome jobs restoring it and now knows what he's going to do when he retires... He can't wait!