"Are you going to mow the grass?" I ask, as he sets off down the driveway with his bubble lawnmower.
"No, Mom," he sighs, as if I just insulted his vast intelligence. "I mow the street!"
And off he goes ...
Up and down the driveway.
Again and again.
Mowing the street.
Until he makes a U-turn and tries to run my feet over.
"Crash!" he exclaims, between giggles.
How is it even possible that he'll be turning three in a couple of months?!
Tee-shirt: Garanimals (gift)
Jean shorts: Jumping Beans (hand-me-down)
Socks: Unknown brand (hand-me-down)
Shoes: Cherokee (thrifted for $1.50)