Who needs a swing or a slide when there is a ginormous pile of rocks in the driveway to play on?
We've had more than one, "I'm king of the world" shouting contests. Some of the rocks have gone into prepping for the new concrete pad outside my bedroom window. The rest are slowly being moved into the dirt spaces in the front that aren't meant for growing things.
THIS MEANS YOU....WEEDS.
It's been slow going, because it's been soooo stinkin' hot.
Which you'd never guess by looking at this picture:
It's a hundred degrees outside and burrito won't go outside without his sweatshirt on.
Well....he might get heat stroke but at least I shouldn't have to worry about skin cancer.
Right?
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