(more) yard maintenance with malcolm

Any chance he gets, he wants to "help" his Dad in the yard.

"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)