I mean really really gross.
Okay lest you think i'm a terrible mother and call social services it really isn't poo. It is just a dirt clod. BUT the fact that he THINKS its poo and yet is still playing with it... Gross.
: ) okay, Seriously though. Adam has had such a fun time having his Dad home this summer. They've fixed cars, lawn mowers, line trimmers,
Gone Shopping (adam's favorite places are the stores with lawn tractors where daddy patiently lets him try out each one.)
Sanded, nailed, screw-drivered, (built a dresser) cleaned stuff, fixed the toilet, learned to use compressed air,
Gone swimming, Boating, to the Zoo, and The Bird Sanctuary.
Spent countless evenings at Grandpa's having what we call "Testosterone Time"
(Adam calls it cookie time)
It has been a seriously awesome summer for a little two year old dude.
He has gone through MAJOR with drawl this past week since Matt has gone back to work.
Little does he know how much worse it will be when the girls go back to school next week.
