This past Saturday I planted a nandina bush. Sam helped by making the task take three times as long as necessary. I had to keep the cow manure compost outside the fence so he wouldn't play in it. This meant I had to go in and out of the gate to get it. Sam, being an escape artist, would dart out the gate between my legs and make a beeline down the driveway towards the street. I'd have to drop everything to chase him and return him into the patio area, then fetch some manure, and sqeeze back in the fence without giving him chance to escape.
He was also fascinated by the hose. Sometimes he put the whole end of the hose in his mouth (thankfully no water running through it at that time).
We both got very muddy, but we managed, against great odds, to get one small bush in the ground.
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What a delightful shot of muddy shoes. Did Samuel J. take the photo of his own shoes? If so, make sure that his mother doesn't see the mud.
Babacito
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