Dane: "I want to cut grass."
Mom: "Ok, maybe next time."
Dane then goes into the house to get something.
Out he comes with this...
In case you can't tell, it's a butter knife. Let the grass cutting begin. I love my little helper.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
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oh mieks, he looks so old! sheesh. i love the butter knife idea. that'll keep him busy for awhile. ;)
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