Particularly when it involves sweeping. For some reason, Eric just loves the little patch of mulch around our areca palms. Whenever I go out to weed it, he gets really into it, crouching down, sweeping the mulch and dirt onto the walkway, playing with the palm seeds, and generally just being as into it as it’s possible to be. Check out the proof, in the form of a monster photo essay on the next page. (That is, a monstrously large photo essay, not a photo essay about monsters. Not even a garden gnome in sight, I promise!)
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