The first comfortably warm day of spring I hauled Brant outside during Channa's nap. While one might think he would be begging like a caged animal to go, I had to make him. I began raking the leaves we neglected last fall and he soon found his own adventures.
He resorted to painting the tree with a stick when I asked him to please stop flipping mud at me.
He was able to laugh at himself the many times he fell over.
A nice rear view.
Just the way a little boys boots should look.
I love my buddy, even when he is muddy.
Nothing like ending a fun afternoon with some classic puddle jumping.
Thank you Shout for rescuing his favorite sweats!
You can't even tell they experienced so much trauma!
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