It’s
Fall. And with the Fall comes leaves dropping like rain from the trees. And
with leaves comes the inevitability of spending hours raking. And with raking
comes piles and piles of aforementioned leaves. And with piles of leaves comes
a baby who insists on running through the piles, dragging his little feet and
scattering your “captured” leaves to the four winds! Over, and over, and over
again.
I got so tired of raking the same leaves up that I gave him the rake and
made him do it. He did too. Then, he promptly ran through them and scattered
them again.
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