Here we see Jack dumping a lot of dirt and grass onto my lap.




This hurt a little bit.

No pictures!


Jack running around the yard






See? No shed.



Jack laughed and then dropped to the ground and pressed up through my legs. I laughed and took some pics. When he came up he had all the dirt from my pants on his face. I asked him if he wanted some of my tea to wash out his mouth and he said yes.
So he took the bottle, took a sip...
And dumped it all out.





And by putting things in there he prevented me, in my state of grief, from lapping up the concrete.
















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