Today, I was working on building a little playbox for Troy along the side of the house. We have a little barren patch over there, so I thought it would be fun for him to have a place where he could dig and play that didn't involve tearing up the grass and dirt that I wanted to remain put. So, I built a box, and I filled it with garden soil. That way if he throws it out into the grass, it will actually be helpful. And if he gets tired of playing in it, then we can always plant some plants in it. Win-Win-Win.
Of course, Troy felt the need to "help" by attempting to carry tools and supplies for me. He also decided that it would be fun to climb over the sides of the box WHILE I was trying to screw them together. But it was fun to have him be involved and to see him already enjoying the playbox.
At the same time, my wife was hosing down a gigantic tarp that we had used under the pool. She had it hanging on the fence and was shooting it with the water hose to clean of the dirt and algae that had accumulated on it. Troy was running back and forth between us, so he could be in all the action at once. He would stand next to her, looking at the tarp, and every once in a while, he'd point at some spot and say, "eh?" Which I believe was his way of telling her that she missed a spot. I'm telling you, he's destined for managment!
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